Character Development will happen at its own pace. Each and every character will improve accordingly.
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Opening her mouth Alexis was already to ask him what he was yelling for but he pushed past her, bumping his shoulder with hers and making her stumble in the process.
"Oh my goodness, you are so cute!" He shrieked in an attempt to sound cute. "Oh you little bundle cuteness. My little sunshine! You want me to scratch your belly. Oh there you go. Oh? Oh you like it, don't you? Ohhhh you're such a good baby. Good bubby."
Alexis was gaping at the man in front of her with her mouth ajar. He was baby talking her dog! And surely her dog was enjoying the attention. He was getting his belly scratched and his tail wagging at very high speed.
'Bloody traitor.' She shook her head at the two.
Muttering under her breath, she eyed the lovesick couple in front of her. Shaking her head, she went for the groceries and started putting them in their rightful places. It was quarter to one by the time Alexis was done with the groceries. She knew lunch was going to take time even if she started right away. The guy was powerful and she knew it, she had heard his name in the business industry.
She had made grilled salmon with crispy corns with music blasting through the speakers. By the time she was done, it was half past two. A faint smile couldn't help but arrive on her lips. He hadn't come. Moving towards the cabinet above on her left side she opened it to take a bowl. She walked to the cabinet and turned around only to scream and drop it.
Gasping, Alexis placed a hand on her heart, "o-oh my god! Why are you standing there?" She whispered within the breaths she took to calm herself down.
Angelo didn't say anything; he was still watching her since quarter to two. She was so engrossed in cooking that she didn't even notice James leaving or Angelo coming in or the whole commotion that was just caused. He noticed how happily she cooked and that made him happy but the fact that she was late was pretty infuriating. Angelo walked up to her, bent down to the level of her ear and whispered, "I'm delighted for that you didn't test my patience but remember you are late and that will cost you." With that said, Angelo stood up to his original height and continued, "please, place the food into the crockery and meet me at the dining table."
Alexis was silent but this had her speaking up, "But I don't have a dining table." 'and also, I don't need one.'
His cold eyes stared into her own as he said, "I know and, that was very disheartening to know but you do have one now. So, hurry the hell up."
Alexis looked at his retreating figure. How could a man just barge in and out of your life repeatedly? Even playboys didn't do that. She shook her head and pulled out the respective bowls and plates along with wine glasses. Walking outside she saw a bottle of red wine on the counter.
'Really? He just brought wine?' He did the easiest part where as she made everything from the scratch.
Sighing she went out. A gasp left her mouth when she saw the dining table. It was in the living room but a little bit in the corner giving it the perfect look. It was dark brown wooden matte polished table with matte brown chairs. In the middle of it was a small vase of flowers with lilies in it. The table mats were already there. She placed the glasses and plates along with the napkins and cutlery on the table, went back and forth bring the wine and the bowls of food.
She saw Angelo sitting on the couch working on a laptop as if he had no tensions in the world and it felt as if she had invited him over for lunch.
'Really? He couldn't even help me once?' If he didn't have a gun, she would have strangled him and buried him in her own apartment and diesel would be playing with his bones.
Just as she placed the last dish and Angelo stood up to hug her from behind and whispered in her ear "Serve me too." For a second, she thought he actually purred and she shivered but when his fingers danced on her skin, she knew he was waiting and nodded her head for him to let go. Breathing in, she grabbed the plate and served him along with wine and did the same for her with a bit lesser amount of food.
He sat on the head chair with Alexis on his left. The only sounds that could be heard were of the cutlery clashing with the plate, the occasional sipping of wine from their glasses.
This was the glimpse of what Alexis had wanted in the future for herself. If someone else saw them, they would automatically assume them as a mature couple dinning together in silence. Yet, she was confused and frustrated at the same time. He asked her to cook, because he wanted to taste her cooking which he hadn't commented on. She wasn't exactly good at it either, but she could cook to survive.
Her thoughts came to an end when she saw him staring at her. He was looking at her as if looking at her soul. It freaked her out to the level of making her jump when he sipped his wine from the glass and put it down.
"You aren't much of a cook, are you?" He asked her. But this question was more like a analytical statement he analyzed in a short time for what they had known each other.
"No. I do cook, but I'm not a chef or someone with magical hands." She knew what she said could be classified as disrespectful but she had used a polite tone full of generosity.
"If I were to be honest here, it was not like you said 'made by magical hands' but it was no less than that. It was one of the best homemade salmon I've ever tasted." He praised. "My mother uses spices and I have grown up eating her food. Yours could give her competition."
Warmth flooded her heart and her face flushed, "Thank you."
'Stop staring at me. Stop staring at me.' She chanted in her mind pulling her eyes away from his.
"Now mind telling me, why were you late?" He asked, deeply staring into her eyes making hers snap back to his.