MILANDA’S MANSION>
She went back to her company after she left nanny Clara’s house, before coming home.
The sweet and tantalizing aroma hit her nose as soon as she got into the living room.
“Wow.” She exhaled, sniffing in the nice aroma.
Is Miguel home already? She thought, dropping her bag on the couch and finding her way to the kitchen.
She smiled as she got to the kitchen to see him cooking. He had his back on her.
“What recipe are you using coz this aroma is heaven on earth.” She complimented, walking into the kitchen.
Miguel chuckled before turning around making her almost lose her breath.
Hot!
No freaking hot! His handsomeness right now was breathtaking.
He was wearing a blue apron which hung tightly to his body. His hair stuck to his face as a result of the heat, he was sweating real hard.
And he was smiling out his dimple. d@mn! God was really partial when he created her without giving her a dimple, coz it looks so cute.
“I never knew you could drool this much.” He said, snapping his finger on her face and she flushed in embarrassment.
“I… I wasn’t drooling.” She lied and he chuckled, wrapping his hands around her small waist.
That was when she realized he was standing in her front. Nevertheless, she smiled, placing her hands on his chest and a naughty smile splayed on his lips.
“What??” She asked noticing that smile.
“I need a kiss.” He pouted and she chuckled.
“Okay.” She said and stood on her toes. Miguel smiled naughtily while closing his eyes as he expected the kiss.
The kiss did come but on his forehead.
“There you go.” She said, standing back on her feet.
“What?? That was a peck… I asked for a kiss, like this.” He captured her lips in his making Yolanda blush.
She reciprocated the kiss, as she opened her mouth, making way for his tongue into her.
Her hand ran his hair as he deepened the kiss. Wave of emotions ran through their body and she could feel those weird butterflies hosting a party in her belly.
They kept kissing as if their life depended on it, forgetting about everything around them. His hand suddenly slid from her waist to her right B@@bs, squeezing it softly and a gasp escaped mouth.
She broke the kiss, looking at him. “We’re in the kitchen remember.” She said and he smirked.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s our house and we can get cozy wherever we want.” He said.
“I can even Füçk you here in this kitchen, right on top of this table.” He added and her eyes widened.
“Miguel.” She hit his chest before hugging him and he hugged her back.
“I love you.” She said and he smiled.
“I love you one thousand times more.” He said and she chuckled.
“So tell did you miss me today?” He asked and she pouted.
“Nah, not even for a bit.” She said and his eyes widened.
“Really?? How could you not miss me at all?” He pouted, folding his hand, feigning an angry expression making her giggled.
“What’s funny?” He asked with a fake frown.
“Do you know how you look right now? Tsk! I’m not with my phone otherwise I would take a pic of you… You look like a monkey right now.” She teased and he gasped.
“Monkey, you call my face monkey… It’s because you get to see my face everyday that’s why. Do you know there are girls out there dying to see this face you called a monkey’s face.” He pouted and she chuckled.
“Stop pouting already, it doesn’t suit you.” She said and they both laughed.
“Seriously, tell me you missed me.” He pouted again, pulling her closer by her waist while she wrapped her hands around his neck this time.
“I didn’t miss you… You know why?” She asked and he shook his head.
“Because you’re here, in my heart.” She said, touching her heart and Miguel smiled widely.
“Awwwn, I’m blushed.” He muttered and she chuckled.
“Dummy, there’s no word like blushed in the dictionary.” She corrected and he rolled his eyes.
“Wh@tëver, for you, I’ll form my own dictionary… By the way, you’re prettiful.” He complimented and she slapped his chest, laughing hard.
He hugged her tightly like he was afraid to let go. “Uhmm Miguel, I want to tell you something…” She said breaking the hug.
“What’s it sassy queen? Spill it, I’m ears open.” He grinned and she shook her head at his intentional misplacement of English.
“Actually I…” She stopped when they started perceiving something.
They both gasped the same time. “The food!” Miguel screamed, turning to the gas.
He quickly turned it off and opened the pot. He almost cried when he saw that it was burnt up.
“Darn it! After all my three hours sweat!” He complained and Yolanda smirked.
“You’ll still have to prepare another food, I’m darn hungry.” She told him, rubbing her stomach.
“I can’t.” He said.
“You will baby, remember I love you right? Do it for me.” She said and pecked him on his lips.
She winked before walking out of the kitchen, already deciding not to tell him today.
“But how come I didn’t perceive the burning food earlier??” He asked himself.
TBC…
