The sweetest bread

As the night became too frigid, Drake decided to cook while Martina sat down and watched his every movement.

Drake took the chopping board from its place. He planned to make a quick, easy vegetable salad and made some healthy bread.

He sliced first the cucumber, carrots, onions, and tomatoes. Every move of his hands and fingers brought goosebumps to Mirena.

She was smiling sweetly most of the time, watching the mafia king sliced everything gracefully.

"Damn, he's too hot right now!" She thought, biting her lips as if it would catch his attention.

But Drake was serious every time he cooked. Even the prettiest girl in the world won't change that unique behavior.

In the middle of her fantasies, Drake looked at her for a second. He needed the rubber ladle, and it was quite far from the spot he was at.

He said, "Can you please get the rubber ladle for me?"

Mirena's eyes twinkled and heard something else instead. She excitingly stood up and went behind him.

"Hmm, like this?" She asked, rubbing his broad back covered with a thin sleeve.

"What are you doing?" Drake took a deep breath, wondering why she suddenly rubbed his back.

The desperate heiress giggled and lowered her head, thinking it was such an awkward situation— it was indeed.

She flipped her hair and slowly lifted her head to meet the mafia king's glinting eyes.

She said, "I thought you asked me to rub your back—"

Drake put aside the knife and burst into laughter. It was out of the picture and didn't know such funny thing about Mirena Miller.

His face turned red. It seemed evident that it has been a while since the last time he laughed that loud.

"I said rubber ladle, not rub my back." He murmured and continued laughing which made her embarrassed.

Mirena wanted to vanish in front of him right now. She couldn't believe that she did something else instead of handling to him the ladle at her right side.

To change the topic and vibe, she quickly walked into the area where ladles placed at. She took one of them and gave it to Drake.

"Here's the rubber ladle," she paused for a second, thinking how to stop him from laughing.

Unfortunately, her stomach thought of a way to stop Drake. It sounded too loud and was enough to tell anybody that she was terribly hungry.

The monsters that lived in her stomach needed food and the longer it stayed empty, the more it became vicious.

By then, Drake held bot of her arms and told her to sit down. She was his guest, and he must serve her right.

"Stay here for a while, Mirena. It would be quick, okay?"

Drake's face was an inch away from hers. She could smell his fresh, minty breath that made her speechless. He had no idea that through his simple actions, there was someone falling in love with it.

At that moment, Mirena tilted her head as an answer. She couldn't find the exact word to describe what she felt being with him.

Mirena knew that falling in love with someone wasn't her forte. She was stone-hearted woman who had never appreciated men's feelings.

She now realized how it felt like to be in love with someone she just met a few days ago. Things happened too quickly, and no one could bring back the time where she went to the said bar that night.

If she went to somewhere else, she wouldn't have to meet Drake Quinn.

Her life drastically changed and stopped her from being a play girl. She became single for the longest time which surprised her friends.

Aside from it, crisis happened and put her name into the spotlight. Mirena never thought that someone was behind her downfall. Because of her arrogance, everything she have right now would be vanished like a fading fire.

One, wrong move and her almost perfect life would turn upside down without knowing the real culprit's identity.

Suddenly, Mirena came back to her senses when she saw Drake making bread. His muscles were evident and made her heart skipped a beat.

She gasped, trying to get rid such brutal thoughts in her head. Everything that happened that night flashed back out of the blue.

Drake's expressions, heavy breaths remained in her system. Mirena never thought that she would surrender herself to a stranger.

Despite everything that occurred, Mirena never regretted it. She was in the right age to do whatever she wanted to do without thinking it hundred times.

At the end of the day, she would learn something out of her carelessness.

Until a cold, yet refreshing wind touched on her face. She smiled bitterly and turned her gaze at Drake.

She sighed and put her hands on her cheeks.

"Hmm, he even knows how to make breads," she murmured like a fan girl. "He looks familiar."

Mirena suddenly thought of someone when she stared at his face for a few seconds. She didn't know why, but a blurry memory played back.

However, she ignored the signs that would help her stop the change of her fate. Mirena decided to be blind and became a slave of the man in vengeance before her.

For her, meeting Drake Quinn was a dream come true. But the truth, it was a beautiful nightmare for her. Drake couldn't wait to see Mirena crying under the rain alone.

After a few minutes, Mirena saw Drake taking the bread out from the oven. She didn't even notice it because of her strange memories that kept on flashing back.

Drake wiped off the sweats on his forehead and sliced the bread into pieces. It smelled like carrots and that when she realized it was a carrot bread.

"Do you want to taste it?" He asked, wearing the killer smile that hypnotized most of women in the country.

And the fact that she was terribly hungry, Mirena shook her head. She then opened her palm while Drake put the small piece on it.

Without any word, she tasted it and asked for more. It was too delicious that even urged her to ask for more.

"Can I ask for more?" She said like a little girl.

But Drake had an idea that was perfect. Before he gave her another slice of the bread, he walked closer to Mirena and kissed on the cheeks.

"Hmm, still the sweetest and best bread for me." He murmured and winked at Mirena who had nothing to say at all.