Love Game With The Billionaire

6: Day two

Ethan’s POV

I descend the grand staircase of the opulent mansion, a tantalising aroma wafts through the air, enticing my senses and drawing me towards the source. The scent is rich and savoury, a symphony of spices and herbs mingling together in perfect harmony, promising a culinary delight unlike any other.

I pause for a moment, taking in the sight before me. The mansion's kitchen is a hive of activity, with pots bubbling on the stove, knives flashing as they slice through fresh produce, and the gentle hum of conversation filling the air.

And at the centre of it all stands her, Maya –now known as Amelia– her graceful form moving with effortless grace as she tends to the myriad tasks before her. She knows how to use the kitchen like it was her first home.

It's early, too early for most people to be up and about, but for Maya, this is clearly a labour of love. She must have arrived here hours ago, eager to immerse herself in the world of culinary delights that awaits her within these walls. I’m glad she is enjoying it because soon, she will have nothing to enjoy.

But what she doesn't realise, what she couldn't possibly know, is that she's not just in any kitchen –she's in the heart of the enemy's territory.

I watch her work, a pang of guilt washes over me. Maya is kind and compassionate, with a warmth that draws people to her like moths to a flame. She doesn't deserve to be caught in the crossfire of our family's feud with her father, to be unwittingly entangled in the web of intrigue and deception that surrounds us all.

But for now, all I can do is watch and wait, biding my time until the moment is right to reveal the truth to her. Until then, I'll keep a close eye on her, ensuring that she remains safe and protected, even as danger lurks just beyond the walls of this seemingly idyllic mansion.

I observe Maya, or Amelia, moving around the kitchen with practised ease, my gaze lingers on her form, tracing the gentle curves that are accentuated by the snug fit of her jeans and shirt.

The fabric hugs her every contour, emphasising the graceful curve of her hips and the gentle tone of her waist. With each movement, she exudes a quiet confidence, a subtle allure that draws my attention like a moth to a flame.

Her slender fingers dance across the countertop as she works, her movements fluid and graceful. Every now and then, she tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear, revealing the delicate curve of her neck and the faint flush of warmth that suffuses her cheeks.

As she turns to reach for a spice jar on the shelf behind her, the fabric of her shirt stretches taut across her back, outlining the gentle curve of her spine and the subtle arch of her shoulders.

It's a simple gesture, but one that sends a shiver of awareness down my spine, igniting a primal longing deep within me. I blinked down at my pants wondering why on earth am I aroused so early in the morning with the enemy’s daughter who is also dressed to work not to seduce!

In that moment, as I stand there watching her, I can't help but appreciate the beauty of her form, the effortless grace with which she moves, and the undeniable allure of her curves in those tight jeans and shirt.

She is a vision of perfection, a tantalising blend of strength and sensuality that leaves me utterly captivated. I was so blinded with rage at how she jilted me at the altar the day before to actually look at her like I am doing right now.

Maya works diligently in the kitchen, her attention momentarily shifts as she notices me standing there. Her eyes light up with warmth and genuine affection, and a bright smile spreads across her face, illuminating her features with a radiant glow.

There's an innocence in her smile, a purity of heart that seems almost out of place in our world of shadows and secrets. Too naive for the world she lives in. And yet, it's precisely that innocence that makes her so captivating, so utterly irresistible.

With a gentle nod of acknowledgment, Maya returns her focus to the task at hand, her movements graceful and fluid as she finishes preparing the meal. With each passing moment, the tantalising aroma of her cooking fills the air, heightening the anticipation of the feast to come.

As Maya finishes setting the table, she turns towards me with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with genuine kindness. "Good morning," she says softly, her voice a melody of warmth and sincerity.

Returning her smile, I met her gaze with a nod of acknowledgment. "Good morning," I reply, the words carrying a weight of appreciation for her presence in this moment.

Why does my smile feel genuine?

"Amelia," I begin, my voice soft but earnest, "would you... would you like to join me for breakfast? I would enjoy your company."

A soft blush blooms on Maya's cheeks as she meets my gaze, her eyes shining with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. "Oh, um, sure," she replies, her voice tinged with a hint of shyness. "I'd like that."

With a smile, I pull out a chair for her, gesturing for her to take a seat beside me. As she settles into her seat, a lock of hair falls loose from behind her ear, framing her face in a halo of soft curls. With a shy smile, she tucks the strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks flushing with colour.

I had no idea she was also this shy. Damn. What a thing Phantom created.

Taking the hint, I serve her plate first, piling it high with a generous portion of the delicious meal she's prepared. Then, with practised ease, I serve myself, making sure to leave room for her to manoeuvre around the table without feeling crowded.

As we both take our first bites, the flavours explode on my tongue, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through my body. Unable to contain my delight, I let out a low moan of appreciation, the sound echoing softly in the intimate space of the kitchen.

Maya's cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink at the sound, her eyes widening in surprise. "Is everything alright?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nod, unable to tear my gaze away from her flushed cheeks and wide eyes. "More than alright," I reply, my voice husky with emotion. "Your cooking is incredible, Amelia . Truly exquisite."

Her smile widens at the compliment, a shy yet radiant expression that fills my heart with warmth. And as we continue to eat in companionable silence, I can't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the simple pleasure of sharing a meal with someone. It’s been so long.

‘She is the enemy’s f*****g daughter and it is just day two! Wake up!’