She ignored me and walked to her car.
“What happened to talking shit out?”
“It ended the day you called me a bitch. Get off my property before I have you arrested for trespassing. And this time no one will bail you out.” She got in, closed her car door and left me standing there.
AMBER P.O.V. –
“Nate this is horrible.” I spit out the eggs he made. I was trying to teach him how to cook, starting with something simple but he still couldn’t get it.
“First of all it’s my birthday. You should be cooking for me.”
“Umm no, your birthday was yesterday. And my gift to you, is teaching you how to cook.” I got up from the table and threw whatever that was, because it surely wasn’t no scrambled eggs, away.
“Why do I need to learn to cook when I have a chef?” He jumped up and sat on his counter.
“What if your chef gets sick?” I rinsed my mouth out.
“I’ll hire another one.” He shrugged.
“What if you have a date and you want to impress her by cooking?”
“I’ll have my chef make the food and tell her I did it.”
“I know men younger than you that can cook Nate. Quite good I might add.” I said pulling out a pan.
“That’s because they don’t have chefs.”
“You are sad. You’re learning today. Let’s see.” I looked in the bag of groceries I bought.
Nate still sitting on the counter, drank a sip of his wine.
“Make me a Greek salad. That way you won’t burn your mansion down. Here’s the recipe, follow it. I made it super easy.” I slid him a piece of paper.
“Aren’t you going to help?” He jumped down.
“Nate it’s a salad. It’s not that hard. And you graduated from Harvard. Ha!" I shook my head.
“They didn’t make us take a cooking class.”
“They should have.” I took out the steaks I was going to cook to go with the salad.
Nate was chopping up tomatoes. Horribly might I add.
“Nate move. Like this.” I chopped them and showed him how to do it. “Cut all the stuff like this.”
He tried but still wasn’t getting it.
I stood behind him and guided his hands. His cologne was starting to cast a spell on me. I let go.
“Like that.” I turned back to the steak, I needed to season.
“What’s wrong?” He looked over at me.
“Nothing.”
He turned back to making the salad.
“So are you sure your boyfriend doesn’t mind you being over here? I’m not trying to get in the middle of drama. Got enough of my own.”
I rinsed the steak off and prepared to season it. “We’re actually not together anymore.”
“Really?” He turned to me furrowing his eyebrows. “What happened?”
“Our personalities didn’t really mesh. And he’s young so… that makes it no better.”
“I was thinking that but I didn’t want to disrespect you, you know. “
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