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“Don’t look at me like that. It’s time for breakfast.”
“It would be better if it was time for sleeping.”
“You can take a nap when you’re done. I have to work and run some errands, so you’ll be home alone.”
“Hom--?” I restructured my sentence at his impeding glare. “I think I can handle being by myself.”
“Your mouth has yet to be filled with my dick, Cat. Keep getting smart and you’ll be swallowing a different kind of breakfast.”
I didn’t want to go near his dick for a solid twenty-four hours. My entire body was singing praises and curses for what he put it through until nearly six in the morning. I looked at the steaming eggs and mounds of French toast with a scowl. How did he get them so fluffy?
“Where’s Demitri?” I asked, suddenly remember the man of few words. I couldn’t recall the last time I saw him.
“He’s here and there. He’ll pop in randomly, so before you get any hair-brained ideas, consider that.”
I rolled my eyes and scooped some eggs up with my fork, shuffling them into my mouth. They were nice and hot, not too runny or overcooked. If this were drugged, then I would deal with it then. I needed food.
My stomach was in painful knots the entire time he’d been cooking. I reached for the syrup and drizzled some all over the food, mixing everything together afterward.
Another dish, a smaller one loaded with turkey bacon was placed beside my larger plate followed by a glass of OJ and a tiny white pill. I swallowed a combination of syrupy egg and French toast, pointing at the pill with my fork. “What’s that?”
Alaric frowned at the mess on my plate. “It’s medicine.”
“What kind of medicine?”
“For your body.”
“But I thought I didn’t need any prescriptions?” I couldn’t keep the mocking bitterness from my tone.
“This is different. It’s going to help you in the future. Our future I should say.”
I studied the pill, rolling it with a finger.
There wasn’t anything sinister about its appearance, but I couldn’t simply take something he gave me. I didn’t see the point in questioning the legality of this. It was Alaric, after all.
“It isn’t a drug. It’s not going to hurt you or make you forget. Take the pill,” he commanded softly.
I didn’t want to.
But there was a chance my refusal could cause him to switch to the cold and domineering man, I knew he kept hidden behind that charming demeanor. Then this pill would probably be forced down my throat.
“Is the food and orange juice even safe?”
“Of course,” he answered flippantly.
I released a silent sigh and took a sip of OJ, dropping the pill into the sweet liquid before I swallowed.
“Good girl.” Now satisfied, he turned away and began cleaning up the dishes he used to cook.
“You’re not eating?”
“No time. I’m on a strict schedule today.”
“Oh…then leave those. I’ll wash them.”
He turned back around with a broad grin on his face.
“What?”
“That. What you just did. See how simple it will be for us to be domesticated?”
The hand guiding a piece of bacon to my mouth froze midair. Domesticated? I just had to ask him if my drink was safe. We were tiptoeing around his bunker of skeletons and dark secrets.
I glanced towards the basement door. He’d locked it down again, only proving last night was intentional. I knew something happened to those two girls, and that he was responsible for it. But I didn’t know the why.
“Don’t ruin it.” He stepped away from the sink and came around the island to stand beside me. “We can talk later. Here, want you to have this with you.”
He reached into the pocket of his dress pants and removed my cellphone.
I eyed the device as if it were a bomb.
“It’s going to be a long day. I want to be able to get hold of you,” he explained. “Take it.”
I reached for the phone and his body swiveled, making it just out of reach.
“What are you doing?”
“Tell me what you aren’t going to do while I’m gone.”
“…call the cops?”
He tempered a smile and shook his head. “That’s a good answer. Not quite the one I’m looking for.”
“Runaway?”
This time he fully beamed at me. I hated his smile directly affected the tempo of my heart.
“You’re learning.”
A buzzing sound and a classic by Chopin began to resonate from his other pocket.
He pulled the phone out and glanced at the screen. “I need to take this.”
I waved him off. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“I won’t be here that long.” He took hold of my jaw, turning my head to receive a chaste kiss. “Try to have a good day and do whatever you’d like. This is your house too.”
I nodded, unsure how to feel about his full-blown displays of tenderness. He answered the call and walked out of the kitchen, going to continue his conversation in privacy.
