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“I do,” she giggled, “but you’re mine, so I get it for free, Mr Xander.” She’s right. I’m irrevocably hers.
Tonight’s menu featured Caesar salad, baked potatoes, garlic shrimp, and the cupcakes for dessert.
She sat at the dinner table with a beaming smile, her hands on her chin. I couldn’t resist capturing this priceless moment in a picture.
“Did you feed Pebbles?”
“I did,” she responded, “I fed her, and now she’s sleeping. She’s due for a visit to the vet next week, but I can take her.” Soon enough, definitely rather than later, I’m going to ask for her hand in marriage, and I have to make sure she’ll say yes. We have tons of ground to cover, but I’ve not been more sure of anything in my life. I can’t see myself without seeing her.
As I set the last dish on the table, she eagerly dug in. Azzaria wasted no time savoring her food, and that’s what I cherished about her. She never hesitated to be her true self around me. In a world where most people pretend, her authenticity was a breath of fresh air. It was in those moments when she let her guard down that I fell in love with Azzaria Willis. It wasn’t a facade, and I’ll forever appreciate that genuine connection.
“What?” She looked up from her plate and asked me. My eyes furrowed because I was clueless.
“You’re watching me eat, why?”
“I’m fascinated by everything you do, precious,” I responded and leaned over to kiss her. “You’re a pretty eater.”
She rolled her eyes and laughed until she almost choked. I gave her the bottle of water and rubbed her back. “Thank you, but I eat like a baby,” she giggled. I don’t think I’ve met another woman who ignites and excites me as much as she does.
“An adorable baby,” I countered and took my first bite. She watched me in delight, but soon a wave of sadness washed over her face. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m almost done, and you just started. Why do you always do that?”
“I have to make sure you’re enjoying it.” Her eyes watered, and she quickly wiped them.
Day one of my life started when I accepted her as my intern; the rest of the days before were just trial runs with vivid memories.
I’ve never lived as much as I am now.
“What if I didn’t like it?”
“Then I’d redo it until you do. Even if it takes us all night,” I responded. “But you like everything I make, so we wouldn’t have that problem.”
The kitchen was getting rather hot, so I removed my shirt and tossed it over to the living room.
“When did you get that?” She said and pointed to my chest. “I’ve seen every inch of your body, and never once did I see that tattoo.”
“I got it two days ago.” One of my meetings finished early, and I felt it was only right to let my second tattoo be just as meaningful as the first. “Do you like it?”
“What is it? You’re turning me on,” she groaned and crossed her legs.
“Keep those legs open, baby, I’ll be having my second dessert in short order.” Her eyes opened wide, and she cleared her throat. I loved making her speechless.
“My God,” she whispered, and I was about to make a sexual comment, but I didn’t want her choking. Not yet.
“It’s the word ‘precious’ in Latin.” It was a necessary addition, and if everyone hasn’t noticed, I’m fully taken over by this woman.
“You’re so in love with me, and I love it,” she squealed, “I posted you on my bookstagram, well not all of you but just a little bit. Go look.”
“Bookstagram?”
“It’s where I do my book reviews, just for fun.”
I snatched my phone from her pocket and opened the app. I followed no one on the app, not even Mara, but as soon as I found her page, I clicked that follow button as fast as I could. I’m tired of hiding her now.
The photo on her story was one of me cooking with the words “he’s a chef everyone.”
“He is a chef,” I repeated, “Your chef to be exact.”
