Chapter thirty-one
Novah
The scent of beautifully seasoned chicken fills my nose.
Garlic.
Paprika?
I sit up in the bed and notice that Matt is not in the room with me.
I grab my phone off of the nightstand and check the time.
It's only two o'clock in the afternoon. I've only been sleeping for about two hours.
I climb out of the bed and make my way towards wherever that wonderful smell coming from.
I'm starving.
I walk down the hall towards the living room/kitchen area.
I see Matt standing in the kitchen, humming, chopping, cilantro on a chopping board.
He turns and a charming smile appears in his face.
"What's cookin', good-lookin'?" I ask.
"Just lunch. I knew you would probably wake up hungry,"
"I am famished. It smells amazing, though,"
I walk up to the stove and look into the large metal pot that is sitting on the front burner.
Inside is a thoroughly seasoned broth with chunks of potatoes, chicken, corn, beans, and bits of cilantro, bubbling to the top.
He drops a scotch bonnet pepper in the pot from behind me.
I smile at him.
"It looks so good, Matt. Where'd you learn to cook?"
"Well, mostly my mom and Jon's mom taught me how to cook. I hope you'll like it. You like spicy food right?"
"Of course," I laugh. "Y' know, my mom puts spice in everything. Being black and Asian you get a little bit of everything,"
"You don't get not one bland thing in a Hispanic household,"
He hooks his hands around my waist and I rest my head on his chest.
"So how was your sleep?" he asks, his voice deep.
"It was great. Could've been better with you,"
He smiles at me.
"I had to go to the grocery store, missy,"
I grin like an idiot at that cute little nickname. I absolutely love t with all my heart. Brings me back to the very first day I met him and we were both fighting and joking around with each other.
"Which reminds me. I was supposed to pay for groceries and cable," I say matter-of-factly.
He rolls his eyes and continues chopping garlic and cilantro.
"I know, I know. I just didn't want you to be hungry when you woke up,"
"Aww......" I wrap my arms around his waist as he's chopping.
"You loveeee me, huh?" I tease.
He chuckles.
"Nah, you were just a jump-off from the beginning," he jokes.
I laugh. "Then what does the make you, my bitch?"
He turns around and tickles my sides.
"Kind of,"
I swat his hands away while laughing.
"Let me go get my purse,"
"Okay," he kisses me quickly and I turn and walk back down the hall to the room I took a nap in.
It's definitely my favorite room here.
There are three.
The master bedroom is my favorite room. Then there's the guest bedroom which is slightly smaller than the master bedroom with a much smaller closet and bathroom.
The last room is the tiniest, being specifically for storage. Its the smallest but not that small in size. It can still hold a decent amount of items.
I walk into the master bedroom and look around for my black bag.
This room seriously needs to be decorated. The walls are beige, the bedsheets, pillowcases, and covers are all black, something I suspect Matt did.254Please respect copyright.PENANAqFRCYIfYJg
I pick my black bag up off the floor and take my purse out of it.
I walk back out of the room and back into the kitchen, purse in hand.
Matt is placing a cookie sheet into the oven. He shuts the oven.
"So, how often do I get to come here?"
Matt turns and leans against the counter.
"Anytime. I would love it if you just.....stayed,"
"Stayed, stayed?"
"Yeah," he looks down at his feet and then looks back up.
"Well, I can come on the weekend," I say, trying not to hurt his feelings.
"That's fine," he says.
"So what are you making now?" I change the subject.
He turns off the burner that the pot of soup is on.
"Well, I remember you were really sick yesterday so I made chicken soup and I'm making garlic bread right now,"
"Mmm.....sounds delicious, but you know what sounds even more appetizing?"
He stays quiet, eyebrow raised, and a smirk on his face.
I put my purse on the counter and walk right up to him, placing my hands on his chest.
"Guess,"
He grins and looks up in thought.
"Hmmm.......a big ol' ice cream sundae?"
I laugh. "No, silly," I bat my eyelashes at him and hook my arms around his neck.
He laughs and looks down at me lovingly.
"Okay, ma'am, I don't what you're trying to do but," he kisses me lightly on the forehead, "The bread will burn,"
I groan and let go of his neck. He laughs some more, grabs an oven mitt, and opens up the oven.
Heat and the smell of garlic butter waft out, touching my body.
He pulls the cookie sheet out of the oven.254Please respect copyright.PENANAqyBrmN0xPp
He puts the sheet on the countertop and takes off the oven mitt.
Oh. The money. I go into my purse and pull out a hundred dollars. I'm starting to run out of money. I make a mental note to look for a job somewhere,
Matt is busy cutting up the long baguette into squares.
I go up behind him and smoothly place the money in his pocket.
He grabs my wrist and spins me around.
My backside is pressed against his front.
He kisses below my ear, his arms crossed over my stomach.
"Do you have to do that?" he whispers.
"Yes," I say giggling. All I do is laugh around him.
It's either laughing or crying when it comes to Matt.
"Whyyyy......." he blows in my ear, creating a weird but nice sensation that I can feel all the way.......down there.
"Because you spend too much money on me,"
"Mmmmmmm......no such thing, baby," he nips at my earlobe, and I breathe in sharply.
"You are not about to seduce me into not giving you the money,"
"I wasn't trying....." I can literally see the devious smirk on his lips and I'm not even facing him. He tightens his grip around my body and starts kissing my neck.
"If you want you can give me the money but I'll probably just end up spending it on you anyway...."
He snakes his hands up my thighs and hips and lifts my dress up slightly while leaving wet kisses on my neck.
I can feel him hardening against my back but my thoughts are clouded and fuzzy whenever his mouth is on my body.
He starts rubbing my front through my panties while kissing my neck.
He has reduced me to a panting, whiny mess.
I grip his arm and moan.
"That's right......" his warm voice is as stimulating as his fingers.
Chicken soup and clitoral stimulation. It sounds like the perfect meal.254Please respect copyright.PENANAcypmo08jJR
His fingers move in circular motions on the surface of my panties.
"Ohhhhh........." I sigh. "Don't stop......" I beg.
He nips at my neck with his teeth and it causes a heady mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Do that again......" I pant.
He starts rubbing faster as he sucks on my neck, gently biting as well.
I swear I'm about to cum so hard.......
I hear a knock on the door and jump up. I pull my dress down immediately and try to calm my racing heart and maybe catch my breath.
"Who could that be?" Matt sneers.
"I'll get it," I declare. Matt still trails behind me as I walk towards the front door.
I unlock the top and bottom lock and pull the door open.254Please respect copyright.PENANAOvg0PUSHoR
"Hey, Novah!" Jon says happily.254Please respect copyright.PENANAYScB5NsLp3
"Fuckin great," Matt curses under his breath.
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