Caught Staring

A smile curved up Miguel's lips as he watched her. He had gotten her pissed and that was exactly what he wanted. He doesn't know why, but he just loves to get on her nerves.

He looked at what used to be his meal now on the floor and then back at her. "Make sure to clean it up." he pushed his chair back and stood up.

"You wish!" Gemma snorted. She watched with anger as Miguel leisurely walked out of the kitchen.

"Oh you will Baby girl," he said over his shoulder.

Gemma walked over to the stove and opened the pot on it. To her utter dismay, it was empty.

"What the f…'' Gemma felt like crying as she stared at the empty pot. She was hoping to see some food left in it.

She hasn't had anything to eat for the past 24 hours and she was starving.

Her eyes went to Miguel's meal that she had thrown away. Now she wished she had not done that, she should have just eaten it instead.

Gemma held her abdomen as her intestines made a rumbling sound. She walked over to the refrigerator but there was nothing there that she could eat.

She went back to the bedroom, Miguel was hunched over the fireplace trying to make the fire come on.

"You know I could kill you right now?" Gemma fired at him.

Miguel didn't bother to look up from what he was doing. "It won't be your first attempt," he said in a very calm voice that Gemma found annoying.

"I have not had anything to eat for the past 24 hours, surely you don't plan on killing me with hunger do you?"

"If you are hungry, there are some canned beans in the kitchen, you can prepare some for yourself."

"So that's how it's going to be? We are going to be preparing our meals separately?"

Miguel struck a match and lit the fire woods with it before he turned to look at her.

"Oh yeah Baby, since you plan on murdering me while I prepare your meals. Go make yourself something to eat." He winked at her.

Gemma mumbled some cusses at Mason as she stomped back to the kitchen.

She took one of the canned beans, opened and emptied it into a clean pan.

She stood staring at it as she wondered what she was supposed to do next.

She has never cooked in her life. She had cooks in her father's house who prepared her meals and so she had never needed to be in the kitchen. She doesn't even know how to turn on a stove.

She picked up the matchbox, brought out a match stick and struck it against the box. She held the burning matchstick trying to figure out where she was supposed to place it to make the stove come on.

"Ouch!" She threw the matchstick away when it burned her fingers. Gemma released a frustrated sigh. If Miguel doesn't come to help her out, she would die of hunger.

"You don't know how to cook, do you?"

Gemma was startled by Miguel's voice. She didn't know he was standing at the door, watching her.

"Cooking is a survival skill and you don't know how it's done?"

"I didn't ask to be kidnapped! In my father's house, I didn't need to cook a thing for myself! So if you can't cook for me, why don't you take me back?"

Miguel chuckled. "Spoken like a true Daddy's girl."

"Are you going to help me with this or not?" Gemma snapped.

"If you ask nicely, I just might help you."

"You were the one who kidnapped me without my consent, you should at least give me food to eat!"

Miguel laughed. "You must think this is some sort of vacation. This isn't a vacation Baby girl. As you said, I kidnapped you, so that makes you a hostage. And hostages my darling don't get to make demands!"

Miguel closed the gap between them, he stood in front of Gemma and brought his face down to hers.

"Now, I'm in the mood of giving out favours, so if you ask nicely, I just might help you with that," he pointed at the stove.

"You wish! I will….."

"Fine then, I guess you will have to go to bed hungry." Miguel turned to leave the kitchen.

"Fine!" Gemma hissed. "Please," her voice was so low you could barely hear what she said.

"What was that?" Miguel turned to face her. "What did you say?"

"I said please," Gemma said in a small tune.

Miguel placed a finger in his right ear, pretending to clean it. "I can't seem to hear you, you would have to say it again."

Gemma sucked a breath. She wanted to tell Miguel to go fuck himself but that would mean her kissing any chance of having dinner goodbye.

So she swallowed her pride and said,

"Please, please, Miguel, please! Happy now?"

The smile on Miguel's face widened. "See? You didn't die."

Gemma ignored his remark and held out the matchbox for him.

"Now that we have that out of the way, there is one more thing."

"What?!" she snapped.

"That," Miguel pointed at the mess that Gemma had earlier created with his meal.

"You will have to clean it up, or else no dinner."

If looks could kill, Miguel would have dropped dead that instant.

"What say you?" Miguel asked, clearly enjoying the situation.

"Fine!" Gemma said rolling her eyes.

"The brush and dustpan are over there, along with the mop." Miguel pointed at a corner of the kitchen.

He took the matchbox from her and lit the stove with it.

After cleaning up the mess, Gemma sat on one of the stools as she watched Miguel cook. He was still shirtless and he looked so damn sexy. She had to look away several times when she caught herself ogling his ass.

When Miguel was done preparing the food, he served a portion on a plate and placed it in front of her on the table.

And then he placed his hands on the edge of the table looking at her.

"What?" Gemma asked, eyeing him.

"I caught you staring at me a while ago."

"Stare at you?" Gemma scoffed. "You wish."

"Are you sure about that? Because I could have sworn I saw you licking your lips as you stared."

Miguel brought his head closer to hers. He expected her to move away but she didn't. And when he kissed her lips, she let him.