TWO BIRDS WITH ONE ARROW.

I sigh in relief after closing the last next book and stretch my neck and legs on the chair. All my muscles were sore and my back was aching for sitting on the chair this long. I unlocked my phone to check the time and for any new messages: there were no messages but the time was 6! I was so surprised to see that I had been working for 5 literal hours; sitting on that exact position I completed that asshole’s damn work.

I got out of the room to feed myself some coffee, which I most

definitely needed right now. I walked towards the living room to let that asshole know I am, done with all of his work.

When I entered the living room, I was astonished to see the vision in front of me. Christian was lying on the couch, but what caught my attention was the photo frame clutched with both his hands on his chest, and his eyes were closed. He was sleeping. I walked forward to see whose picture it was but couldn’t see the face as his hands covered it, but by the looks of it, it looked like a lady carrying a baby, and that baby without a doubt was Christian. The lady was his mum, though I couldn’t see her face, her body and hair were brunette hair just like her son, delivered the message that she was a

charming and an extremely attractive lady. Both his parents were no less than models and, the genes were delivered on right amounts to him, with the Greek-god looks he has.

Christian looked so vulnerable, calm, and soft while sleeping, he looked so peaceful, and at that moment, it was not the asshole I knew. It was a baby sleeping peacefully. My heart clenched at the scene how he had held his mother’s face in his chest, he missed his mum, without doubt, I don’t know what happened to her, but I hope wherever she is right now she’s happy, maybe her son’s an asshole, but I guess if she was here, he would have been different. I know he’s a softy deep down, and his asshole-ish character hides that. I didn’t even know what I was doing until I heard a ‘’ mmhmm’’ from

his sleepy mouth as I raked my hands on his hair. Without a second thought, I withdrew my hands from his hair and stepped back. I didn't even realize until then that I was raking my hands over his hair. I remembered I was going to wake him up but didn’t, as he looked exhausted.

When I got out of the living room, his untidy room caught my attention. Being the hygiene freak I am, I couldn’t stop myself from cleaning his room. I tied my hair put my off my jacket and got ready to clean his room.

After I don’t know how long, I grabbed all the smelly trash bags and put them in the kitchen’s trash bin. I went to his room and saw how much cleaner it looked. I know you won’t believe me but I am not even kidding! I washed his dirty bathroom, though it was not as bad as I thought it would be, it was just muddy, maybe because he played football and showered. I washed my face, hands, and legs thrice and exited the bathroom and was standing in the middle of the room, observing what a great job I had done for that asshole. I never cleaned my room like this, perhaps it was because my room was usually clean. While I was lost in my thoughts the main door’s bell rang indicating someone came, not knowing what to do I saw through the peephole who the guest was. On the other side of the door was an old handsome man, without doubt, he was the older version of the picture I saw, he was Christian’s father. Putting on a shy smile I opened the door. Why the hell was I so nervous?!!

‘’Chris what took you so long-‘’ he cut himself when he noticed

me. He held two big grocery bags on his hands.

‘’And you are?’’ he asked with a polite smile raising his eyebrows

‘’Katherine, Christian’s friend, he asked me to help him with his

assignments’’ I replied with a polite smile.

‘’ I see, ’’ Was only his reply, I didn’t know what to do but nod

and moved aside for him to enter,

‘’you can give me the bags, Mr.Jones I will carry them to the

kitchen’’ he eyes looked at me adoringly

‘’No honey, I know I am an old man but I didn’t forget my gentlemen

duties and call me Dan, yeah? The whole Mister fiasco makes me feel older than

I already am’’ he says, sounding annoyed.

I laugh and nod but, I still kept insisting him on handing me one bag,

‘’no please, one bag I insist, they look heavy’’ before he

could say anything I took the bags away from his hands and made my way to the kitchen and heard him chuckle behind.

‘’where is my not- so- gentleman boy?’’ he asked with a frown

‘’he’s sleeping in the living room’’ I said, and he frowned even more

‘’you were doing his work and he was sleeping?’’ he asks, accusingly.

‘’no actually he was helping me, but I guess he was tired with all

the football practices, and all so I thought of not waking him up’’ I lied, I didn’t know why.

‘’hmmm. So are you staying for dinner.’’ It wasn’t a question, it

was a statement.

‘’no, I really-‘’

‘’I am not taking that as an answer’’ he shook his head

vigorously. I wondered if he would cook right now, by taking in his appearance,

I knew he was exhausted. So I did the only thing I thought I could.

‘’okay, only in one condition’’ I said as his face held an amused expression

‘’And what’s that?’’

‘’I will cook the dinner’’

‘’No-‘’

‘’Please, I insist. Trust me I am not a bad cook if that’s, what

you are worried about’’

‘’no, it’s not that-‘’

‘’Then, I don’t see any problem’’ I say, concluding the fuss.

‘’you are a stubborn one, aren’t ya?’’ he asked with an amused

expression, I nodded

‘’ok but next time, I will cook for you’’ I didn’t know what happened was it because I never got to know how it felt to have a father or was it because someone other than my family cared enough to make me feel good, whatever it was, I felt good, I knew he noticed, my eyes were getting glassy but didn’t say anything.

‘’yeah sure... now you go freshen up until I serve the dinner’’ I said with a polite smile, he nods and exits the kitchen.

I unlock my phone and text Baby mum

Me: Don’t wait for me, I will have my dinner here.

Baby mum: sure thing. I didn’t take the boy to be that fast, he

just asked you for a study date and now he’s taking you to a dinner date.

Hitting two birds with one arrow, now are we? Impressive!

Me:*rolling my eyes* and how many times will say you it’s not a

date!

Baby mum: sure thing HONEY! *rolling my eyes*

Only If she knew.

I start opening the grocery bags and plan on cooking Garlic butter steak bites with Italian garlic sauce. I was thankful for the fact that I liked cooking and that I already knew how to cook it perfectly, as I fed this to Pete and Anj several times!! And as for dessert, I planned on making Pie Cannoli. Tying my hair and wearing a gigantic apron which, I thought might belong to Christian or Dan, I started my work.

While I was pouring the sauce in the bowl, I heard footsteps approaching behind me

‘’What are you making?’’ Christian said in a low, raspy voice, standing behind me as his warm breathing was fanning against my neck, sending shivers all over my spine. My back was pressed against his front. He was that close.

‘’Um.Um. I.I.I..am making dinner’’ I said clearing my throat. Why the hell was I stuttering?!

‘’And what are you making for dinner?’’ he said in his low raspy voice near my ear-lobe causing butterflies in my stomach.

What the hell is he doing? Clearing my throat again

‘’Garlic butter steak and Pie Cannoli for desert’’ I said still pouring the sauce in the bowl.

Before he could say anything faint sounds of footsteps were nearing, Christian backed away from me, for some reason, I instantly felt cold,

‘’Are you hearing the sound of the footsteps?’’ he asked with a

frown taking a protective stance in front of me

‘’Yeah, it’s your dad’’ just as I said that Dan entered with a grin

‘’hey, old man,’’ Christian called as Dan entered the room, who

shot him a glare

‘’I.AM.NOT.OLD! Right, dear?’’ he asked, looking at me expectantly.

‘’of course! You’re more handsome than he ever can be’’ I said

with a smirk, looking at Christian.

‘’I know right! Now, my dear, I must say I was going to commit a

huge mistake by asking you not to cook because the smell of the food is so

alluring!!’’ I smile in content

‘’I just hope it tastes as good as the smell’’

‘’it obviously will. Now I am going to sit on the table, waiting

for your food.’’ He said with a faint smile but I saw a glint of sadness in his

eyes before he left.