My Sugar Daddy || Niam

twenty-three

Niall's POV:

Waking up the next day, after the rest of yesterday passed by rather quickly, thanks to Liam, I notice the bed feeling cold and not warm as usual since he always keeps it warm with his body.

I sit up from the bed and stretch out my arms slowly as a yawn escapes my lips, noticing the smell of omelettes traveling into the room, causing me to moan softly.

His omelettes are literally the best food. He always puts ham in them, loads of pepper and different spices of which I don't know the name of. He oddly adds hot sauce as well, making it hotter, obviously, but more delicious in the process.

Usually, whatever he cooks is always delicious, even if it was cauliflower, or something else that's gross. He always finds a way to make it taste great or at least have a flavor to it. I just wish I could be as good as a cook like him.

Maybe he can teach me how to cook?

There's really only one way to find out this answer, and it is to ask him if he can teach me to cook like him. It's as easy as that. He'll most likely accept my 'application,' I guess. I'll just give him a blowjob if he doesn't let me learn. It always works, for anything.