Cooking for him

Cooking for him

Aria's P O V

I set the lunch on the table and waited for him to come in. He had come to check on me while I was still cooking and promised to come back in a few minutes.

I'm pretty nervous, I don't know if he'll like it. I don't cook, mom doesn't allow me to cook. Right now I don't know if I prepared this the way it should be, I sure hope the food is delicious because I don't want him sending me to prison for serving him a tasteless meal.

The door starts opening and I turn to see him enter. I exhaled in and out deeply and watched as he closed the door and entered.

Getting to me, I bowed in respect and watched him sit down. He opened the plates and without asking, dug into the food.

He spits the food out the next minute.

"What? Do you want to kill me with too much seasoning?" He sounds irritated.

I went on my knees immediately, scared that he might punish me.

"I...I'm sorry, I don't usually cook." I confess.

He dropped the fork and spoon angrily before gulping down the water I decanted for him. Then he stood up and said, "bring the tray and follow me."

I stood up and carried the tray, then followed him back into the kitchen and watched as he started cooking.

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I watched the plate of pasta and fried turkey in front of me. This looks pretty delicious, and the aroma. Oh, moon goddess! I gulped down hard as I watched him cut from the turkey.

"Stop staring at me. Go into the kitchen and dish yourself something." He groans.

"Thank you, sir." I thanked and happily ran into the kitchen.

I took a plate and dished the remaining portion to the plate. I dished out the second turkey and carried it to the sitting room to eat.

Now, staring at my food. It's ten times bigger than his food.

But I'm hungry so I don't care. I dug into the food and started devouring it. I noticed that he stopped eating to watch me but the taste of the food doesn't make me feel embarrassed.

I'll feel embarrassed later, let me just fill my stomach. I just need to finish this.

It's way more delicious than the pasta mom makes. Probably because of lack of ingredients.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, thank you." I wasted no time to reply to him.

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I held onto my stomach that was threatening to burst open any moment as I drank from the wine bottle directly.

I don't think I have ever tasted wine this expensive and sweet. He drank half and instructed me to finish the rest and then clear the dishes before leaving for his office.

Seeing that I was alone, I started drinking directly from the bottle and by heavens, it's so sweet.

I could drink this all my life.

After finishing the wine, I struggled to stand up. I carried all the plates and washed everything before coming back to the sitting room. I looked around and there was nothing for me to do.

I should just go back to my room to have a nap but- he has ordered that I stay here.

I want to sleep so even if my stomach bursts open, I won't notice it.

I gently sat on the floor and placed my head on the sofa, then started caressing my big stomach and eventually sleep took over me.

Damon's P O V

I can't help but laugh as I watch her struggle to walk because of the too much food she had.

It's really funny. She's so interesting to watch.

A chuckle left my lips as she sat on the floor and lifted her dress to reveal her stomach. Maybe she is expecting it to burst open.

Matthew cleared his throat and I was forced to look at him.

"You know, we haven't confirmed the fact that she is your mate. We aren't a hundred per cent sure but you seem to already like her."

I rolled my eyes at his words and continued watching her as sleep pulled her to the next world.

I shut the laptop down and kept it aside to work.

"Finally, I thought you were only gonna keep watching her." He sighed and presented documents that needed my signature to me.

Normally, my father is the one to do all this because he is well advanced in age. It becomes hard to concentrate on ruling and working on some official matters so I had to take over and trust me, doing this every day is so tiring.

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After finishing my work for the day, I went to my bedroom to find her still sitting on the floor, sleeping.

I gently lift her from the floor and lay her on my bed. Then covered her with the duvet.

I watched her curly teddy and her hairy face, my eyes lowered to her nose and her small lips.

She looks so small compared to my size. People say I'm large, and I know they aren't lying.

I got my size from my father but I'm much larger than he is.

I sighed as my thumb reached her cheek, I caressed her softly there, careful not to wake her up.

Then I turned to leave but heard her mumble some words.

She started thrashing and shaking her head, saying some things that I can not understand.

She's having a bad dream. Maybe.

I reached for her hand and held it in mine, I stroked her hand briefly and she soon stopped thrashing.

My mother does this when I also have bad dreams.

She said if one is having a bad dream but feels the calming touch of someone dear to her, the said person will instantly calm down.

I wasn't expecting this technique to work on her but I'm glad it did.

I watched her again for a minute before letting her go.

Aria's P O V

The feel of the soft bed under me kept calling me but ignored it and forced my eyes open. I don't think I've ever slept on anything as soft as the bed.

It feels so safe and I could sleep on it all day without getting up. But I need to find out how I got to this bed.

I slowly sat up on the bed and looked around to notice that I was lying on prince Damon's bed.

I jumped down from the bed at the realization. How did I get there? I clearly remember sitting on the floor and resting my head on the sofa.

Did he bring me to his bed? I looked around the room but couldn't sense him out.

I tiptoed to the door and slowly opened it then poked my head out to see whether I'll see him along the hallway.

The bathroom door starts opening and I quickly close the door. He comes out of the bathroom tying only a towel around his waist, the towel looks like it's about to fall off as he walks to the closet but he doesn't seem to mind.

And the way his waist moves as he walks. I gulped down my saliva at the sexiness of his waist.

The females are supposed to be this sexy and not the males.

"Are you going to keep drooling or will you take a shower?" He suddenly voices out.

"Uh...uh..." I stuttered for words.

He wants me to take a shower?

"I will take a shower." I nod and turn to leave but his curt voice stops me.

"Where are you going?" He grunts.

I turn back to look at him as he stands in front of his closet.

"I...I'm going to take a shower." I informed him.

"So? Why are you leaving? I said you couldn't leave without me ordering it, didn't I?" He groans in annoyance.

"Yes, you said that. I apologize," even though I wanted to argue with him, I couldn't because I didn't want to get him mad.

He throws a towel to the bed.

"Take a shower."

I quickly run to the bed and grab the towel, I run into the bathroom and lock the door. I inspected to see whether the door was locked a second time and it was indeed locked.

I pulled off my maid's clothes and kept them aside before standing under the shower. I let the cold water run down my body.

"Ahh," I moaned out in pleasure. I love this feeling, the feeling of water running down my body. It makes me feel so high but since I have to work every morning, I don't usually spend time under the shower.

And I also hardly bathe at night because I'm always tired.

After spending what I'll call an hour in the bathroom. I dry my body with a towel and put on my maid's clothes. I come out to see him sitting on his bed and working on his laptop.

"Took you long enough."

"Uh...I'm sorry." I apologized, feeling a bit shy.

"From now on, I want you to call me by my name. My name is Damon."

My mouth flies open at his announcement.

I should call him by his name? Why? Why on earth should I do that?

"Anytime we are alone. Call me by my name." He adds.

"Oh..okay," I mumbled.

"Come and sit down here." He pointed at the sofa closest to his bed and I went and took a seat.

"Tomorrow, I won't be around to have dinner with you. My father sent a message to me. I'm going to have dinner with him tomorrow." He grumbles looking unhappy.

"But you don't look happy," I noted the obvious.

"I'm sure he will try to bring Betty and me together or force me to pick a mate." He huffs.

"Isn't..isn't that good? I heard you have to have a mate by yourself to be a good ruler."

He stops working on his laptop and looks up at me.

"I don't want to be with someone who isn't my true mate. I've explained what a mate means already." He sighs after saying.

"Well, then look for your mate then."

He looks up at me again.

"I think I've found her. But something is holding the both of us back. The thing needs to be cleared for us to be together."

"Well, maybe you should inform your father about it so he can give you time," I suggested.

"It isn't that easy. My father is a hard man, you see. He doesn't usually listen to me. He wants me to do everything he says, that's unfair to me don't you think?"

I shook my head in agreement. "Yes, your father should listen to you sometimes."

He smiled and kept his laptop aside.

"Come here." I hesitate at his command but eventually go to him.

He makes me sit on the bed in front of me.

I'm not comfortable sitting like this with him, honestly. I wanted to turn away from him but he ended up pulling me much closer for our body to touch.

My body tensed up and my cheeks turned red at the way his hands rested on my hips.

I don't meet his gaze but focus my gaze on my singlet.

"Look at me." He orders and I slowly look up at him.

"To me, you are a thousand times better than Betty or any other girl he'll force me to marry." An unbelievable gasp escaped my mouth at his words.

He must be kidding me. How am I better than a high ranking Alpha's daughter? To be truthful, I think they are a perfect match.

"Stop it. If I say you're better than her then you are better than her." He scolds and I nod in obedience.

He let go of my waist and brought his hand up to my face. He holds my chin up and stares at my lips.

"I wonder how your lips will taste." I flushed red at his words.

Pleasure rushes down my body to my core, I try to squeeze my legs together but it's not possible as he is holding my legs with his.

"Do you know that you look beautiful, Aria?" My heart started rising at his words and I did what my brain told me to do. I pushed him away with all the strength I could gather and fled out of his room far away from him.

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