Love’n’Lust

After her shower, she wore a bathrobe and checked around the wardrobe there to know if she could see anything to wear for the night because Ben didn’t seem to bother about that.

The wardrobe was full of clothes, she didn’t expect that he would have clothes there since he didn’t stay around often. Majority of the clothes hanged in the wardrobe were just suits jackets, suit jackets which had their matching trousers hanged next to them. They were mostly black and grey suits, she could see only one blue suit there.

Folded below the hanged suits were casuals like the outfit he wore. She took out one of the tops, they looked big enough for her to wear; she thought. She had to go to the tall mirror next to the wardrobe to check by holding the top over her chest. It was thigh length after she checked, good enough for her.

She quickly put it on, remembering he mentioned that he had cooked. She didn’t know he could cook, she wondered how he could cook when he had people to do that for him all the while growing up. She didn’t even expect he would cook for her.

‘He’s cooking for us both, not just you belle.’ She told herself as she left the room.

When she closed the room door, she saw him standing by the counter, he had his phone held to his left ear, he was on a call. A smile painted his lips when he saw her in his top. It looked like a short gown on her and he liked how her pointy nipples were still visible because of how light the top’s material was.

Belle walked past him as his eyes followed her, she went on to take one of the seats at the dining table, waiting for him to come serve her.

‘It must be good, the aroma is wonderful.’ she thought to herself.

Ben got off the call, turning in her direction immediately. He came to her and kissed her neck, making her smile. He got two dishes from the kitchen and came back to set one in front of her and the other in front of the opposite chair.

After that, he returned to the kitchen and came back out with the pot of meal he had made, setting it at the middle of the table.

“I don’t do this often, so tell me if it’s good or not, okay?” He told her and she nodded with a happy smile. She was happy about the effort he was making to please her.

He opened the pot and the aroma filled the air around them more, Belle looked into the pot frozen where she sat and could see it’s content. It was spaghetti, he made spaghetti; her favourite meal.

“How did you know I like spaghetti?” She asked amazed.

“I have my ways.” He said and started to dish out the hot meal carefully.

“It’s smells delicious.” She had to admit.

“I hope it tastes the same.” He replied her statement after he was done dishing out the spaghetti for them both and closing the pot.

“Time to dig in.” She picked up the fork and knife arranged in front of her and he stood watching her. He wanted to know what she thought about his meal.”Won’t you sit?” She asked him when she was about to fork some of the pasta. She noticed he was still standing.

Ben took his seat, still waiting patiently to hear her remark on what he made. He didn’t cook often, he had to watch an online video, following it step by step to make the dish she was about to try. He never had to cook a meal for himself and by himself, they were always options but he wanted to make her happy tonight so he hoped she liked what he made.

Whenever he did make something by himself, it was just a sandwich. but he was going out of his way for Belle.

He watched her lift her fork to her lips, inhaling the aroma coming from it with her eyes close. She finally put it in her mouth, chewing slowly.

“How is it?” He asked expectantly.

Belle stopped chewing. The spice in it was just too much for a forkful. She looked up at him and saw how he was waiting for an answer and it was obvious to her that he had put in effort to make the dish. She started you chew again, she didn’t want to make him feel bad so she continued chewing and when she tried to swallow, some of the spice started to make her cough.

Ben quickly stood and poured some water into a glass, holding it next to her. Belle held his hand, drinking from the glass while he rubbed her back softly with his other free hand. She stopped her lips from the glass and ge kept it on the dining table.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” She nodded while trying to catch her breath.

“How was it?” He asked even if it was so obvious that it was bad.

“It was okay.” She said, still massaging her neck.

“It was okay?” He asked her because he knew that was a lie.

“I mean…. it’s not that bad, it is better than the first spaghetti I ever made, when I was fourteen.” She tried to compensate the dish with her words.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“You think.” He made her face him.

“Yeah,” she took another batch of the spaghetti in her fork,”It’s okay.” She lied again, ready to take another spoon.

“Please don’t eat that.” He took the fork from her and placed it back on the plate.”It’s was bad, you almost choked on it, you don’t have to lie, I know, I am a horrible cook.” He told her.

“It’s not very bad, it did smell nice.” She said trying to find something nice about the dish.

“No, you should know by now how terrible a liar you are.” He said and she pursed her lips for a second before talking again.

“I’m just trying not to put your effort to waste.” She said honestly this time.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, I know how bad my cooking is, I just wanted to make some home meal like my mum always does, it’s supposed to show how much I appreciate your presence.” He said, referring to his adopted mother. She always made his favourite dishes whenever he visited the Larkson mansion.