Chapter 18: Chapter 18

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AVATIA'S POV

It's been a week since I last saw Mr. Black. Ever since that incident, he's not been here.

Leo said he traveled to Italy but he'd be back today. That's why I cooked for him. Trust me, it wasn't easy convincing Leo that I wanted to cook. At first, he thought I'd make a mess in 'his kitchen'. Then he continued by saying the boss won't like it. I know I'm not a great cook but I've been practicing. I'm so excited to see Mr. Black again. One whole week without him? Cut me some slack, that guy is gorgeous so I have the right to miss him.

I had googled the procedure of making spaghetti Bolognese and that was what I cooked. I also baked some sponge cake for him. I hope he likes it cause I'm doing this straight from the heart.

More like you're trynna gain his trust so that he can open up to you?

I tried ignoring my inner girl in as much as I knew she was right. After talking with my best friends, this was the idea they came up with. They believed in the old myth that said 'the way to a man's heart was through his tummy.' No harm in trying.

"The boss would be here in 35 minutes," Leo stated in a bored tone as he watched me from the kitchen unit.

I never knew my heart could dance till this moment. I felt elated. My boss would be here soon.

"You love the boss, don't you?" Leo asked nonchalantly and I choked. I mean choked. Why would he even ask or assume something like that? "Sorry. Here, drink some water." He said bringing the glass of water close to my mouth and I took a few sips.

I looked at him. "Why would you say something like that?" I asked. Could he see right through me?

"Even a fool would notice the glow in you whenever he's around. And you're cooking for him. Not any kind of food. One of his favorite. And now, just hearing he's almost home, you're blushing like a strawberry. Kim, even if you lie to anyone, you can't lie to me. I know you love him." He finished by walking back to the unit. I didn't want to talk about it so I quickly dished out some food and walked to the huge dining room. Come to think of it, he's the only one who eats here yet there are 22 chairs and the longest dining table I've ever seen in here. I started setting up the table and just when I was done, I heard the front door burst open. He's the owner of the house after all. I rushed to the door cause I was super excited to see him but what I saw

made all the exhilaration I had earlier die down.

Yes, it was Mr. Black looking super duper handsome and hot.

But he wasn't alone as I expected. He was with a drop-dead gorgeous lady. Long legs, wide hips, big boobs, green eyes, high cheekbones. Wow, could anyone compare with that?

But that wasn't my problem. My problem was how intimate they looked. Fingers entwined. No space between them, and how she looked at him. Then ignoring my presence, she kissed him. A full-blown kiss.

"Ho perso l'America." (I missed America). She said in Italian with a high-pitched tone. I felt a sting behind my eyes. Are those tears? No! I won't cry.

"Lo so" ( I know). I heard my boss's voice. It was so deep and husky. Boy was this man perfect.

I kept staring at how wonderful they looked together. Did you ever think he'd give you so much attention?

I saw how the tall lady looked at me from top to bottom and I felt uncomfortable under her intense stare. Then she spoke up and I could feel she was talking about me. "È lei la ragazza di cui mi hai parlato?" (Is she the girl you told me about?) Since I couldn't understand what they were saying, I assumed she said something along the lines of, 'she looks like your cook'

Mr. Black nodded in agreement. Boy did that hurt me. Did he just agree with what she said? I so hate him.

I was about to turn around and leave before I burst out crying but she spoke up again. "Sto morendo di fame, ho bisogno di mangiare?" (I'm starving, I need to eat). Again, I assumed she said something along the lines of she looks small, doubt if she can cook.

I waited to see Mr. Black's reaction to confirm my suspicions. This time, he spoke to me. "Avatia please tell Leo to set up the table." This was the first time he spoke to me since they arrived. I'm good at Italian. That's what she said, and Mr. Black had to tell me to tell Leo to set up the table. Whoever this woman was, I already hated her. She was judging me.

I nodded and turned around to leave, only after saying "You're welcome back." I rushed to the kitchen and before I knew it, I was crying.

"Avatia what happened?" Leo asked concern laced through his voice.

I shook my head. "Nothing. Just help me finish up with the table. I'd go now." I said, grabbing my bag and rushing out before he could stop me.

I took a cab. I needed to talk to Kenny and Draya before I lose my mind.

Throughout the ride, I couldn't stop crying. He just told his girlfriend I was a cook. And a bad one at that. He didn't even miss me. He didn't acknowledge my presence. Once the driver pulled up, I paid him and rushed into Kenny's apartment. He wasn't home so I took the keys from underneath his rug and went into his house.

Good thing he had some ice cream. I made myself comfortable as I ate the ice cream but my heart was hurting. The first guy I truly felt something for just agreed

that I was a cook. Tears kept rolling out. I regret ever meeting him.

I'm sorry it's so short. I promise the next chapter would be longer. I just wanted to give you all an update.

Forgive me if this is not what you expected but it's part of the story. So what do you think?

And the tall drop-dead gorgeous lady? Who's she?

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