Page 22 of My Heartless Soul


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“Why? I am the one who interviews all of the cooks for our restaurant.”

“Yes, but after I vet them. And this one is nothing special. Bland.” From the corner of my eyes, I see the fire dim in Lexi’s eyes, but a blazing hot one ignites in Landon’s, and somehow, I know if I don’t tame my Ursula myself, Landon will do it with a lot harsher whip.

Why do I care? I have no idea, but this ismyfake girlfriend to deal with.

“Have you suddenly lost your senses today?” I asked her. “The texture is perfect. The dough is perfect as if it came from an authentic Italian table. The mushrooms and eggplant are not mushy and disgusting. The seasoning is on point,” I state and stare at her, daring her to say something bad about it.

“Fine,” she grits out. “It’s passable.”

“I think the word you are looking for isperfect. Not passable.”

“Look at you, Levidis. I can’t even get you to say five words to me when we are in the kitchen, yet here you are, defending this little secretary with all of your heart.” Kira’s eyes narrow in on me. “If I’d have known you were so weak for a pretty toy, I’d pick someone else.”

“Kira,” Landon growls out, his fist tightening.

I don’t know what possesses me to fight back when I never do, but maybe I have finally reached my limit, or maybe she has given me a bit more power with this ruse than she intended. But I need to say my peace.

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“Excuse me?”

“You wouldn’t pick anyone else because there isn’t another sane person on this whole planet who can handle your heartless ass. And also, I am the only one you look at like that.” I motion to her face full of fire and lust rolled into one, and that red hair of hers blazes with new heat. “Don’t mistake my silence for ignorance, Ursula.”

“You, you—” she stutters out, but nothing else comes out.

“Fuck me,” Julius speaks out when we stop and are only participating in a silent, glaring contest. “He rendered her speechless. Fuck me.”

“Julius,” Kate hisses and swats at his chest to shut up and that breaks our eye contact.

“You guys should sleep together,” Landon casually suggests, and all movement stops except for his own as he takes a swingof his wine. “What? Why are you all looking at me like that? Jesus, Julius, I don’t need to see how well you are chewing your food. Close your mouth, dude. Also”—he points to me—“love the nickname. So fitting. I’m kind of sad I didn’t think of it myself.”

“If you don’t shut your idiotic mouth right this second, I might have to do it for you.” Kira rubs her temples with her fingers, shooting daggers at Landon while the tiny pixie with an attitude the size of Texas smacks him in his stomach making him wince.

“I swear to God, if you keep it up, I will withhold sex for a whole day.”

“A whole day?” Landon yells in outrage as if Lexi told him she won’t sleep with him for at least a month. “What the hell, Kitten? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Stop making my favorite chef in the whole wide world mad!”

“You might not be all that bad, little secretary.” The corner of Kira’s mouth tips up in a one-sided, slight smile.

“Witch,” Landon growls. “I warned you.”

“Okay, that’s enough—both of you,” the scary biker guy, who is still trying to see beneath my skin, calls out, and everyone falls silent. Well, everyone except tiny Lexi who seems to be beyond anyone’s control.

“Two days,” she mutters out with anger. “And I want you to know I am very tempted to make it three because I love your dick very much, and now because of your dumb ass, I have to suffer too.”

“She called you a little secretary, and it’s my fault?”

“Oh please, it’s not like she called me something I’m not.”

“But you are not my little secretary anymore. You are my fiancée.”

Lexi’s eyes immediately melt at his words, and she brings the palm of her hand to his scuffy face. “Ah, if only I could go fuck you right now.”

“Who says you can’t?” Landon drags Lexi’s chair closer and pulls her into his arms making her giggle.

“Jesus Christ!” Julius yells out while his own fiancée snickers next to him. “Keep it in your pants for one dinner, hey?”

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