Sixty Dates To Marry You.

Chapter 5: Are you hungry?

I woke up the next morning with a nasty headache. It was currently 4am, and this was the earliest I've ever been awake. I got out of bed and took a quick shower.

Throwing on a short decent pink dress, I put on earrings and boots, picking up my bag. I headed out. I drove all the way to his place, following the directions he had given me the other day.

I was so thankful to have skipped traffic. I really wanted to impress him today and show him how competent I could be.

So when I arrived at the mansion, which was a lookalike to Kylie Jenner's, my jaw actually dropped. My ex husband and I lived in a comfortable house. It wasn't necessarily big, but it was okay.

Compared to this mansion, I was shocked as the security opened the gates. The whole place glowed with lights and the sculptures were extraordinary. The water fountains were indescribable and when I say there were actually crystals in the water.

I mean, there were actually crystals in the water. I took a deep breath as I climbed the stairs and rang the doorbell. I was not ready for when he opened the door.

When I say I went dumb, I lost my sense to speak as he stood towering over me in the door frame in a body con sports shirt, sweating like he just finished working out.

I could see every muscle from the scandalous outfit and my inside went liquid. "Are you coming in or not?" he asked in a raspy just got out of bed deep voice and then right there I couldn't find my knees.

"G-Goodmorning, Mr Darlos," I stuttered so much for impressing him.

"At least you're early today." He said with that voice that made me want to jump his bones. But I kept my dignity and walked into the mansion.

It took my breath away. The interior was brilliant, the furniture classic. The house was all dark wood and light glowing lights.

It suited his personality, not to mention how spotless the whole place was.

I turned and saw him go on his knees. My eyes widened in fright. He seemed to wait, then he looked up with those hypnotizing orbs of his and my mouth went dry. I wasn't sure I was going to survive working for this man. "Take off your shoes." He said politely, and like a doll under his spell, I took off my shoes.

He took them and disappeared into a room and return with the cutest pair of slippers. "I got these for you yesterday I hope they're your size.," he said softly.

And my heart did flips. He got them for me? He got them for me? "Oh, thank you." I said, as he took my foot in his hand. The heat I felt in that one innocent action was enough to make me sweat in the highly air-conditioned room.

He put the shoes slowly on my feet and it felt like the most intimate action in the world.

He took my purse and stood up to his full height. All I could do was stare at him. "Well, I'm going to shower," he casually said. "Make sure breakfast is ready before 7:30"

I nodded "Yes Sir." as I watch his back retreat up the stairs.

I navigated my way to the kitchen. The place was a woman's literal heaven. Everything was available and in reach, not a thing missing.

Quickly I opened YouTube on my tablet, got some ingredients out of the fridge. I was going to prepare a simple breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast with coffee.

Easy peasy so I thought it would be until I'm currently fan the eggs to prevent them from turning to charcoal. I kept turning the gas knobs so I could reduce the heat. "What is wrong with this cooker?" I yelled, fanning the smoke from my nose.

When a hand reached around me and turned it off. His jaw was set and clenched, face blank and emotionless. Though I could sense that he was annoyed, his hair was still wet, and he looked freshly shaved. Could this man get anymore handsome?

"What are you doing?" he asked with an expression I couldn't read as I licked my lips.

"I'm frying eggs," I said with a bright smile and he leaned away from me wearing a simple white shirt and grey sweats. I take it back. He was beyond handsome at this point.

"Can you cook?" he asked, and I scoffed.

"Can I cook? They call me the world's best chef are you doubting my expertise?" I lied through my teeth.

And he c****d his head to the side. "Yes, yes, I am. It's 7:15 you have 15minutes." he snorted and left the kitchen.

I quickly dialed Darcy's number. "Girl, I'm so screwed. I burned the eggs."

"I expected your call sooner, Queen Burner." Darcy teased, and I chuckled.

"Don't call me that. I have 15minutes." I cried.

"I'm on my way." Darcy said, ending the call, and I quickly arranged the breakfast table.

Five minutes later I heard the doorbell ring, and I ran to it and opened it to see my heroine Darcy there with a box.

I kissed her cheek. "You are a lifesaver. I owe you one."

I quickly set the food on the plate as I heard his steps on the stairs. I threw the box in the kitchen and returned to the dining table.

He sat down and opened the plate. He did not look happy with what he saw. "What is this?"

"It's bacon and eggs with coffee." I said with all the brightness I could muster.

And he looked at me through his lashes. "Did you make this?"

"Yes, I did."

"Don't lie. It's cold, I don't eat cold food and I don't eat bacon," he said in a flat tune. "And you would know that if you actually read the file I gave you yesterday. Oh, that's right. You left it in the office."

I didn't like getting scolded by him. I really tried my best to impress him this morning. My eyes were already watering as I apologized "I'm sorry sir, I can't cook."

"Not only that, but the house is a mess! And you are the housekeeper!" he also snapped at me and I flinched.

Bowing slightly, when I looked around, the place seemed spotless, so I thought I could clean it after he ate "I'm sorry, sir."

He stood up and left the table with the food untouched. I felt like bursting into tears.

I just stood there sulking, before I gathered my energy to clear the plates and clean the table.

As I cleaned, I felt him hold my wrist. He gently took my hand in his. "Let's go," he spoke softly, and I just followed him.

He opened his Lamborghini door for me and I got in.

I didn't clean up at all. I still smelled like burnt eggs when he parked at an expensive restaurant. "Are you hungry?" he asked me and my stomach grumbled in response.

I couldn't look at him, didn't want to see the disappointed look in his eyes. So he took my chin in his hand and whipped my face with his handkerchief "It's okay, I'm not mad at you.," he said softly.

And I frowned, opening the car door. I angrily closed it behind me.