Cooking lessons

Aron POV

"Aaron, have you prepared for all this?" She gave me a shocked expression.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Whoa, that means you've destroyed the kitchen once more." She cast a reproachful glance at me.

"No, I didn't make any messes in the kitchen this time." I answered her with pride.

She ran towards the kitchen to check its condition.

"It's unbelievable. You prepared a ton of food without making a mess." She gave me an incredulous expression.

"Indeed." I tried not to smile as I nodded.

After tasting the breakfast, she gave me a surprised look.

"Oh my god, it's so delicious. How did you go from being a novice cook to an expert overnight?" She gave me a startled expression.

What do I tell her now? I spent the entire night getting up to learn how to cook for her.

I don't know what happened to me that day—I could not control my lust. I made an effort not to hurt her by pressuring her into having sex with me, but I was unable to restrain my need. I regretted it when I saw tears in her eyes the next morning. I don't understand why she always stops talking to me when she feels hurt by my actions. She could fight with me or punch me in the face, but I don't understand why she gives me the silent treatment.

Her silence is unbearable for me. Every time she stopped talking to me, I felt as though my mind had ceased functioning. Her sudden silence disrupted every aspect of my life. I attempted to convince her, but she was bitter this time, necessitating extra effort on my part.

I wanted to talk to her in the morning, but I had to leave the house without settling the disagreement since Selena texted me urgently to let me know that my customer was waiting for a meeting. My mood was low due to what happened last night. Knowing that I had previously promised never to touch her without her consent, how could I possibly hurt her? Her thoughts occupied my mind throughout the entire meeting.

I can not concentrate on any task I have during the day. I canceled all my meetings and returned home, but that's when an idea popped into my mind. I dialed one of the numbers from my contact list.

"My eyes are struggling to believe what I'm seeing. Is Mr. Finge called me?" She taunted me in an overly dramatic way.

"Laura, I need your help." I replied in a serious tone.

"Let me know which hotel you would like to meet at." She asked me directly.

"No, that's not the reason I'm interested in meeting with you." I made an effort to dispel her misconception.

"Then."She seemed taken aback when she heard my answer.

It's not her fault. I recall them because my image is so well-known among women that they all believe I am interested in sex with them, regardless of the reason I contact them.

I indeed used to just call women when I wanted to fuck them, but since Sara entered my life, everything has changed.

"I wish to take cooking lessons from you." I revealed to her the real purpose of my calling.

"What?" I believe she was drinking something, and after hearing me speak, she spilled it out of astonishment.

"Yes, Laura, I'd like to learn how to cook." I entreat her over the phone. She's a well-known chef at a five-star hotel in the United States, so I know she can help me learn how to cook.

"Okay, Aron, but let me know what I'll get back." I am aware of the precise demands she made of me in return for teaching me how to cook.

"Okay, I'll pay you the fee. Tell me how much you want." This time, I declined to satiate her physical cravings because

I'm only interested in fucking Sara.

"I apologize, Aaron. I don't want money, and I doubt I can be of much assistance to you if you don't want to spend the night with me." She categorically refused to assist me in learning how to cook.

"Okay, Laura. Thanks, bye."

I now need to find another person who can teach me how to cook.

"Wait, Aron, you can come to my house, and I will teach you how to cook." I have no idea why she decided to accept my offer after all.

"Thank you, Laura." I turned my car gleefully in her direction.

She taught me how to cook deliciously. Because I knew Sara disliked a dirty kitchen, I asked her to give me specific instructions on how to clean it after cooking. I spent the entire night learning how to cook. Laura attempted to flirt with me during her cooking lessons, but I ignored her advances and concentrated on learning how to cook.

At three in the morning, I mastered Sara's favorite dish. I embraced Laura and expressed my gratitude for her time and hard work in teaching me how to cook. When she arrived to say goodbye, she gave me a startled look.

"What happened? Why are you staring at me?" I questioned her.

"Who is that lucky woman, Aaron?" she inquired.

"How were you aware of this?" I questioned her in surprise, as I hadn't mentioned Sara to her all night.

"Your expression says it all." She smiled slowly.

"What?" I attempted to conceal my grin.

"Don't lie to me; I've known you for a very long time and have never seen you like this. Something about that woman must have compelled you to change to this degree."

"Sara; her name is Sara." With pride, I tell her about Sara.

"Aron, I'm glad you've found someone at last. I admit that I harbor a slight jealousy for her, as I have always craved your affection, but our relationship has remained limited to sex." I saw glimpses of sadness in her eyes.

"Laura, I am sorry. I know I hurt you in the past by ignoring your feelings, but trust me, I never felt this connected to anyone before." I genuinely felt sorry for my past behavior.

"It's alright. I hope you have a wonderful future with her, Aron." She attempted to kiss me, but I blocked her with my palm.

"Sorry, it's reserved." She kissed my cheek and then said goodbye to me.

Sara was dozing off on the couch when I got home.

Oh no, I was so occupied with learning how to cook for her that I completely forgot to inform her about my late arrival. When I didn't come back for the entire night, she must have been waiting for me and sleeping here. I took the pillow out of her hand and held her in my arms so she could fall asleep on the bed in a comfortable position.

I came into the kitchen after taking a bath and found that there was fresh food in the dustbin. I unknowingly hurt her again. She exerted a significant amount of effort to prepare all of this food, and when I failed to return, she disposed of it all. However, I find it difficult to comprehend why she expended so much effort in preparing this food, especially when she was upset with me.

"Aron, I want to kiss your hand to make such delicious food." Her voice broke my thought bubble.

In dread, I tucked my hand behind my back as she walked toward me.