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"I don't think I need that right now," I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder.
He was right. I was overthinking the whole thing.
"What's for breakfast? Ask the maid to make me some toast or something," I demanded.
"Didn't you say something about not being spoiled?" he asked.
"I'm not spoiled," I insisted, "I thought as a billionaire, you would have a maid or two to help with meals."
"No maids here," he shrugged.
"What about a butler? Or a private chef from France?" I asked.
"You forget I'm a doctor who's rarely at home," he reminded me. "They won't even see me to actually cook in the first place."
"What? How do you eat in the first place?" I asked.
"I make my own food," he said with pride. "Join me in the kitchen and I'll make you breakfast."
"Finally some real princess treatment," I sighed as I dropped the cup and laid on the bed. "I won't be joining you but be sure to get my freshly squeezed orange juice ready."
As soon as I was done placing my order, I received a spank on my ass.
"Ouch! What was that for?" I frowned.
"Sorry, Mother would do it whenever any of us acted spoiled," he said as he turned to leave. "Now get up from the bed, or I'll be forced to find out if you have a gagging fetish."
"I'm up, I'm up." I got out of bed and followed after him.
Breakfast was rice folded in fried egg, along with tomato sauce.
"Are you an anime fan?" I asked, "One piece and the rest?"
"Maybe. Why'd you ask?"
"It's a traditional Japanese breakfast," I replied. "And the only Americans who might be that invested in making this are probably anime fans."
"You sound like one yourself," he said with a smile.
"Only as a teenager," I sighed. "This path of medicine has cost me a lot."
"I understand," he sighed as he started plating.
"Why did you need me in the kitchen?" I asked. "I didn't even do anything."
"This is my first time having company while I cook," he replied. "Having you here gives me confidence."
"Oh…"
His honesty was so refreshing.
As we ate, the meal was so good.
"Will anyone notice that we arrived at the same time?" I asked as I helped to wash the dishes.
"I wouldn't want you coming to work, with the same underwear from yesterday," he smirked. "I'll drop you at your place. I have a special patient coming in this morning, so I might not wait for you."
"Understandable," I said. "Ian?"
