Rylie woke refreshed that Sunday morning. Her muscles no longer ached and the swelling in her face had started to go down, she thanked God that her foot wasn't broken after Chane had accidentally hit her the night before. Looking at the time on the clock beside the glorious queen sized bed Chane had told her to sleep in, she noticed, she was almost late to the kitchen.
She got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. She stripped herself of her clothing and hopped into the shower, she turned on the shower and allowed the cold water to wet her curls and run down her body. After completely wetting her hair she took the shampoo and lathered her hair and allowed the water to rinse it out. She then used the bath sponge to wash her body, Rylie turned off the shower and went over to the vanity to brush her teeth, she stared at her dark skin as she gently rinsed her mouth and washed her face. Rylie is very beautiful but she never thought of herself as beautiful because people never treated her like she was beautiful. They always treated her out of the ordinary. Shaking her head of all those past memories, Rylie dried her face with the white towel that was on the rack beside the vanity. As much as she wished she could live in the bathroom, she was already late in preparing breakfast. Rylie then dried off and put her wet messy curls into a high bun, she then threw on a big tee shirt that she found in the closet, the shirt went all the way down to her mid thighs, she searched for an underwear but she couldn't find any. Rylie shrugged, 'Maybe he won't notice', and with that Rylie pranced down the stairs. Upon arriving in the kitchen she wasted no time in preparing Chane's breakfast. Grabbing the things from the cupboards and the refrigerator she began whipping. Rylie thanked the heavens that Chane had given her a tutorial on how to use everything and where to find everything.
Rylie made a hoard of food for Chane; a stack of blueberry pancakes with whipped cream and maple syrup, scrambled eggs with cheese, tomato, pepper and mushroom along with bacon, fresh bread, a fruit bowl and a steaming cup of coffee.
"Mmmmm! Smells delicious in here", Chane said walking into the kitchen in a pair of sweatpants, a towel in his hand, drying his hair.
'Mmmmm, you look delicious', Rylie thought as she stared at the 6"3 man walking to the table with water dripping down his golden brown eight pack.
'Wait ewwww, what are you thinking Rylie, men are no good'.
Don't get her wrong, her uncle had forever turned her mind from trusting men, but she couldn't help staring at a delightful man when she saw one.
"Rylie", Chane snapped his fingers in front of her face as she gazed off. He had been trying to get her attention since he walked to the table, but she had zoned out.
"Hmmm!" she finally responded. Chane gave her a confused look. "Sorry my mind wandered off", she apologized quickly. "That's okay, it must have gone quite the distance though heh?" He flashed her a smile before sitting around the island.
"You have no idea", she mumbled, walking to the sink to wash the dishes.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Chane asked.
"If you allow me to", she said, turning to him.
"Yes", he said, raising his hand to gesture her over to the island but instead she flinched. "Oh my I'm sorry", he apologized realizing that his sudden movement might have frightened her.
"You can eat with me", he said smiling softly, "I mean all this food could feed a giant", he then chuckled.
"Thank you", she said softly and sat down in the seat in front of him, just before realizing she didn't have a plate. Getting up she walked to the cabinet beside the sink, standing up on her tippy toes she tried to reach the dishes. "Oh lord", she groaned, straining over the counter to reach. "Come on, why am I so short?" she grumbled, she then jumped a little and tried to reach the dish again. Chane heard her groan and looked up to see the shirt riding slowly up over her bum as she stretched. The shirt rode up to the perfect length, he got a great view of the bottom half of her round ass and from the looks of it, he could tell that she wore no underwear.
'Arghh' Chane groaned, feeling himself jump at the view. Getting up he walked up behind her and reached up to get the dish.
"Here you go", he said, handing the plate to her and then walked off. 'Oh good lord', she thought, holding the plate against her chest. She went back and sat in her seat. Taking up small portions of food and placing it on her plate she began eating.
2 MONTHS LATER
"Good morning Rylie" Chane greeted her coming into the kitchen fixing his tie.
"Good morning Chane, you're late for breakfast", Rylie greeted back. "Sorry, I had a rough night", he said. "Really now, I thought when you went out last night with the guys it was mainly for fun", Rylie chuckled at him. Chane scratched the back of his neck because he knew he didn't go out with the guys last night, instead he was wrapped up in Isabelle's bed. Even though he was having sex with Isabelle, his mind was on Rylie the whole time, 'Why am I even lying to her, its not like we are in a relationship' he thought to himself, 'But even though we aren't together she lives in my mind rent free' another thought said that came skipping through his mind.
"Earth to Chane", Ryile said snapping her fingers. "OH, sorry. You know I can't have breakfast this morning or else I'll be late', Chane told Rylie after seeing her produce a plate of food. "Oh no, this is mine", she replied, she then picked up a travel kit off the table, "This is yours", she said handing it to him, "There's a muffin inside, a fruit salad and a turkey sandwich". She then handed him a travel mug, "And a cup of steaming coffee, two sugars no cream, just the way you like it".
"Thank you, you're the best you always think of everything", he took them from her, placed a quick small kiss on her cheek then walked out. Rylie was left stunned, normally when she packed brunch or breakfast for him he smiled and said thanks, but this time he showed a deeper affection. She was not only left stunned but she felt like butter in a heated saucepan. Over the past two months the two of them had built a close bond and had become good friends, even though Rylie moved out and got an apartment just two blocks away from Chane, they got to know each other overtime and seemed to form a good bond.
Rylie is still very skeptical about men, because of her past that continues to haunt her so she trys to keep everything at bay, and decides not to feel anything for Chane.
Chane understands her decision, he knows she still cries in her sleep or has panic attacks when things come back to her. He hated that nothing he did could help her, but he was also grateful for the fact that she was slowly healing. Chane liked to keep her close by to monitor her and how she took this day by day, when he could, he spent most of the day keeping her company. Sometimes he could see the pain on her face, but most times he could see her smile and he loved that. He loved knowing that he could make her laugh. Sometimes he sat and observed her taking mental notes of her every move, and her every reaction.
Other times he would just think about her without even realizing it, like right this moment, he was thinking about her laugh, it was contagious and unique. He took in all aspects of her laughter, the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, or the way her dimples on the corner of her mouth appeared when she laughed really hard, or even the way she snorted at the end of a laugh. He found it so cute.
"Chane!" Isabelle snapped her fingers at him. "Are you enjoying this?" she asked, kissing his neck. "Yeah", he said absentmindedly. Truth was his mind was not even on Isabelle who was currently riding his joystick.
She was too extra for him. Too loud, just like all the others, always over doing everything, unlike Rylie.
"Chane!" he heard Isabelle screamed loudly as she climaxed. 'She's so loud, unlike Rylie,' Chane thought. 'I definitely need to stop comparing every woman to Rylie.
"Isabelle, I think you should leave, I am in a professional space and my employees might hear you moaning and then it would create a bad image for me because I am their boss", Chane said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Isabelle huffed and got up trying to fix herself properly before saying, "You never have a problem with me coming here before. Why is it suddenly a problem now?" she asked, sounding like a whiny baby.
"Because it's becoming too much of a habit now, so please go and I'll see you later", Chane replied dryly. Isabelle huffed and stormed out of the office.
Later that day when Chane arrived home Rylie had dinner ready and waiting. He came in and greeted her as usual.
"How was work today?" Rylie asked as he sat at the table. He just merely shrugged his shoulders, "It was alright I guess".
"Just alright?" Rylie asked, placing a spoon full of ice cream inside her mouth, at that moment he lost all focus. He watched as her mouth take in the dessert, the way her plump pink lips wrapped around the spoon, so slowly and seductively.
"Mmmmmm", she moaned at the heavenly taste. It was so quiet you could hardly hear it but so sensual that it was difficult to miss. Her mouth opened and the spoon came out leaving a drop on her lips. Her small pink tongue darted out to catch the bit of cream that was left at the base of her bottom lip.
'Urghh', Chane groaned as he felt his pants stir.
'Oh lord not tonight',Chane thought as he adjusted his sweatpants.
"Chane?"
"Huh!"
"Aren't you going to answer me?" she asked and he looked at her confused.
"I asked why it was just okay", she repeated.
"Oh yeah nothing new or exciting happened today, it was just normal", he replied.
"Well it will get better tomorrow, just take it one step at a time", she said smiling.