Diary Of A Bitch

"You really didn't need to race your way down here, you can have the whole cake if want, you just have to ask me". Mr. Gorgeous sighed as he got to the kitchen, I was already bringing out utensils.

" Nahh, asking is boring. Exercising is also good for expectant mothers you know?, and who says you're going to be tasting my cake?". I teased and tried to reach the flour that was in the cabinet above me, as much as I tried, I still couldn't reach it. Mr. Gorgeous walked over and brought it down without much effort.

"You see why asking isn't boring?, you could have simply asked me to get it down for you. I don't know why shorties have tall pride". Wait did he just call me short?

" Hey Mr. 6" 5 feet tall, I'm of average height. That you're taller than me doesn't make me short". I rolled my eyes and he laughed, he was enjoying this.

"I'd still say short."

"Average height."

"short."

"Average height."

"Shorty."

"Average height."

"Short, Shorty, Shorty."

I made a face and went over to him with my hands full of flour.

"Average. Height." I warned and he raised an amused brow.

"Sho–"

His face was already white before he finished his statement, he looked really hilarious, I couldn't stifle my laughter as he looked at me, totally bewildered.

"You wanted to make a joke outta me huh, now look who's the joker." I teased and laughed continuously, I even took a picture of it with my cell. I was still busy laughing when he moved closer to me.

"You look so pretty when you smile, don't you ever be sad when you're with me." The seriousness in his eyes froze my smile, I didn't know what to say.

"So ma'am, what should I help you with?" He bowed dramatically. That was when I snapped out of my stupid thoughts.

"Oh, get the trays out of the oven." I said in a small voice. Dear me, I thought we were going to kiss.

We worked hand in hand in baking the cake, I got to know a lot about his personality. He's a very funny person with a kind heart, I couldn't understand why life punishes only the good people. After setting the cake in the oven and timing it, I made a fruit smoothie for the both of us. The way he was looking at me intensely made me shy all of a sudden.

"What?" I asked as I handed him a glass of the smoothie.

"Nothing." He answered simply, his gaze unwavering.

"You're staring at me." I pointed out uncomfortably

"Yeah, I know." His deep baritone dripped with sexuality, oh dear Lord, why art thou punished me with this...this temptation?

"Why?" My voice was more subdued this time. I couldn't even look at him in the eye.


"Because you're beautiful and I love you." OK so he finally blurted out the last thing I wanted to confront, well no going back. I just had to face it.

"It's not love, I assure you." I whispered and he moved closer to me, so close that I could hear his heart racing.

"Why?" He whispered into my ears, good Lord, this man is driving me crazy.

"Tell me." He breathed on my face.

"Huh?" I already lost track of the line of discussion. I only wanted him to end this emotional torture. He cupped my face into his hands and looked into my eyes.

"Trust me, I'm in love with you." And before I knew what was happening, his lips started to devour mine.

It only took seconds before I started to kiss back, he encircled my waist and pulled me even closer to him, it felt like the time stopped, but I didn't care, I latched on to those tasty lips like my life depended on them. Slowly things started to go crazy, he carried me and placed me on the counter, my legs encircled him and I rubbed my thigh against his crotch. I moaned softly as I felt his hardness, oh how much I want to have a bite. I loosened his belt and was about to dip my hands into his pants but unfortunately.

"Tiiiiing." It was the oven, he groaned painfully and I sighed. I should have expected something to interrupt just when things were about to get spicy. I walked over to the damned oven to switch it off. My appetite for cake had already vanished into thin air, I wanted another type of snack that I knew I wouldn't be getting anytime soon. I set the tray down on the counter to allow it to cool. I didn't even know what to say in this awkward moment.

"I'm sorry, I don't love you, I love someone else and I'm sorry I got too close." I blurted out without thinking. Mr. Gorgeous stared at me for a full minute before walking away. I was damn sure he was hurt, who wouldn't be?. He stopped halfway out of the kitchen and turned to look at me.

"I'm sorry for getting too close too, the next time I do that I'll make sure you're totally in love with me, you should rest. See you at the opening." He smiled charmingly and walked out but not before saying 'I love you' once again.

I sat down near the counter and sighed, I wanted to make him feel better but I ended up worsening his mood. I wonder what opening he was talking about. I placed the cake in the fridge and walked out of the kitchen to my room.

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