Stolen moments

Chapter 47

"Am not gonna say i told you so, but i told you say" I frowned, telling him to shut up but he shrugs. I sat down on the high stool in the big kitchen, i stared at the apples placed in the basket, it was filled with different varieties of apples.  I try to adjust my necklace again, ever since Antonio picked me, it as been kinda of uncomfortable on me, it's getting scratchy and warm on my skin.

"You don't have to rub it on my face" I grumbled.

"Hmm hmm... Don't pout, here have some bourbon" he holds out a glass of the said liquid.

"You know i don't drink, and there is nothing you are gonna say that will make me change my mind" am not ready to lose my senses with what was happening to me.

"It will take your mind of it, i promise" he winks, i shake my head.

"Thanks but no thanks" I stuck out my tongue at him, resting my hands on the kitchen island. He has been trying to cheer me up ever since we got here.

"At least eat something, am gonna prepare something really quick but first let me get you something to drink"

"Am not hungry"

"Shut up" he shuts down my words. He first went to the direction of the pantry maybe to get the ingredients of whatever he was  going to prepare. He came out later, with ingredients on his both arms.

I asked him to drop me off at home but he said he won't cos i need to clear my head, a crying face was not something am ready to showcase to my family, maybe i should consider Max baseball bat bashing after all .

I know he was trying to cheer me up with food but i don't think that was gonna work. He is only good in making pancakes, toasts maybe spaghetti. He knows his way through the kitchen a little unlike Hunter who was a total disaster. Why am i comparing the two anyways.

"Can you even cook it?" I stare at the ingredients which contains ingredients for Mac n'cheese. He looks up from the recipe book.

"I will try, i mean i didn't take that cooking class with you for nothing" he said before staring at the recipe  book again. I smile recalling the cooking class we took back in high school, in the first class, he almost burned down a quarter of the school building, he stuck out like a sour thumb during class.

"Have told you am not hungry"

"Yeah yeah... And i believe in flying pigs"

I leave him to it, checking my phone if i got any call or message from you know who. Nothing... Not even a text, that egoistic buffoon. I don't even want to think of what is happening, with the two of them under the same roof. I jumped as i look up to meet the brown eyes of Antonio. 

"Oh... You scared me" he continues to stare at me. It became uncomfortable. "What?"

"Nothing... Am just thinking... On why you are still thinking about him, while you got me here" I shake my head, but he waved me off " its okay... Will you like some juice?" He moved away from me going to the freezer to get a jar of fresh juice, he pours it in a glass cup, placing it on the marble slab right in front of me.

"Where is everyone?" I asked trying to diffuse the tensed air around us. I haven't hear a single sound in the whole house ever since i returned which was unnatural.

"Probably in school or at work, why?" He raised his eyebrows in question.

"Nothing... It is just strange cos there is no sound of anyone which is unusual... The maids?" I reached for the glass cup picking it up.

"They all went home for the weekend, now that you are through with your interrogations, drink up"
I hummed, downing the juice, it taste a little different from the other orange juice i drank before. He gave me a heart warming smile that will make any girl go weak in the kneels.