BGSB
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He switched on the gas cook behind a saucepan he put it on the gas before pouring vegetable oil into it. He's preparing himself another set of breakfast the aroma from the frying makes my stomach crave for it.
I watched him take out fruits and wash them properly in the sink. After three flips of pancakes, he added syrup and the fruits.
Filled a tall glass with orange juice and picked out two pieces of ice from the fridge to make it chill that's how I have my orange juice I wondered if it was for me but I didn't get my hopes up because he didn't do breakfast we have a cook for that.
I heard someone coming from the door only to see my brother in a workout outfit, we both looked at each other because I wasn't expecting him, he doesn't come to this side of the house he now has his chamber.
"What are you doing here" I asked him, he looked at me like I had gone insane but still had the liberty to answer me, I was sure he had ruined my little reality show I was watching in the kitchen.
"Our father's house Shay" Solomon said breathing heavily and unplugging his Airpod at the same time He coughed a little heading to the kitchen I followed him like I wasn't just spying on someone.
"Hey man" he shook hands with Solomon when it came to me he always gave me the cold glare and with my brother acted differently.
He didn't say a word to me as he put the food on a tray, I thought he was preparing it for himself.
"Wow Nice but I'm not hungry," Solomon said grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge ignoring the breakfast while I was focused on it. I sat on the kitchen barstool checking this dude out. Muscular features his chest were so hard it shape were forming out of his shirt, God he look so good a voice in my head said and I wondered if I said that out loud.
"You hungry madam Shay" I heard him ask me, solomon didn't spend so much time, he spent time alone with my father or him I don't know who is more affected by mom death.
Before I get out of my thought to answer he already put the tray in front of me.
"Is Saturday the chef is attending to your father's business associates in the warehouse" I looked at the breakfast and then back at him. That was so kind of him, waiting for the chef would have starved me to death, but he knew it and decided to make something for me.
"Thanks" I grab the fork and stab the pancakes they were so soft and yummy, I have a bite trust me he's good. He existed in the kitchen letting me have my space as I always wanted but I needed him around, maybe we could talk about other things or him if possible.
It's Saturday according to Cash my father is having a feast at the north wing of the warehouse. I walked out of the kitchen in my thoughts when we both bumped into each other.