Luke dropped the cutlery to the table and settled his gaze her way and stared at her for a while. He had impacted fear in her heart for him and for some reason he liked it.
A small smile then curved on his lips. "I'm not going to scold you," he chuckled.
Isabella had been shivering with his eyes on her, she didn't feel safe with the way he peered at her and looking up at him to check was something she couldn't do as she was confined by herself.
"I... I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Well, I can't eat this," he stood up.
"What are you going to do to the food then?" She lifted her eyes this time.
"What are you going to do to it?" He asked her.
"I'll keep it for tomorrow, wasting food isn't right," she told him.
"I waste food a lot so you can't tell me what to do."
"That's because you have something else to depend on and eat. We only had rice in our house and we dare not trash food," she stated.
"That's the difference between the rich and the poor."
"You know we never chose to be poor or rich, we were just brought into the world."
And her statement made him stare at her for a while. She was right, brought into the world which shouldn't be that way. He was rich but happiness was far from him that was why he play games almost all the time.
The fear of Inheriting what his parents had had haunted him since when he was a child and now he was facing it.
Luke nodded his head and admitted it. "You are right, seems you aren't so useless," he took steps away.
"But I impressed you," Isabella let out with her cute voice.
"Just 10% it wasn't that much because your massage wasn't effective in any way."
She could hear him as she gather the food he left on the table. After having them in her hands, she followed him to the kitchen. He was heading to the kitchen, why?
When they reached the kitchen, Isabella found a corner to place the food and immediately went to her boss.
"What can you cook?" He asked her as he scrutinized the kitchen.
"Rice," she mentioned.
"Except rice, Isabella!" He scolded her.
"Noodles. I can fry chicken, I can mash potatoes and..." She began to bite her nails. "I haven't cooked so much for a long time," she lifted her gaze at him to see he was staring at how she bit her nails.
So she pulled it out of her teeth immediately. "Well, it isn't right because I'll be paying you but I have to show you what are I like since you are mine and have to satisfy me," he said staring at the kitchen as if something was missing.
Soon, he found the apron and went to put on the one with the colour blue.
"Are you teaching me?" She asked.
"You are going to watch me and you will repeat the process once I'm done," he answered her.
"I love cooking," she mistakenly expressed herself.
"And yet it's just the few you know how to cook," he made her frown again.
"I couldn't go to a cooking class because I wasn't stable and my sister is sick," she made him realise why she couldn't. "But if you teach me, I believe I'll learn fastly," she excitingly looked up at him with her hands clapping softly.
Seeing his stern look on her, she let her widened lips shrink back to their position. "I shouldn't be too excited."
"It's the first time I've seen you smile this wide," he made her understand why he was staring at her.
Isabella smiled secretly while pinching her clothes. "So you watch me, okay?" He went forward to the refrigerator and began the cooking process.
"Are we using flour?" She asked.
"Yes," Luke answered and went ahead to frying.
"It's going to explode," she feared the reaction of hot oil to something moist. Moving back away from the splashes, Luke held her back and made sure she was standing right by his side when he placed the dough inside the hot oil.
"Hnnn," she closed her eyes and waited for the splashes but none.
"I love cooking," Luke made fun of her.
"It's a different case," she stated.
"Yeah, a cook who can't face the hot oil. Indeed a different case," he chuckled and looked her way to see her monitoring the frying dough.
Luke performed actions on the ingredients and the food eventually turned into something she had never seen.
Isabella was eager to taste it but he didn't allow her. He instructed her to repeat his process.
"I helped, won't you help me?" She asked the man at the table, eating.
"No, it's your work anyways," with a mouth full of food, he told her.
Isabella frowned and began to cook. At some point when she didn't know what to do, she called out to him for help and he always rewarded her with his teases.
"I love cooking," those words were repeated more than necessary by him to an extent she wished she never mentioned such.
When she was done, he didn't let her eat. He told her to clean the utensils they used and trash the dirt too.
"Luke," she glared at him.
"It's your job," he made her realize it was her job and she began cleaning.
By the time she was done, Luke had already consumed the food he cooked and was staring at her ass as she moved from one place to another. She had a beautiful ass and he couldn't wait to spank her and hit her with his d!ck from behind. Not so fast Luke, not so fast, he told himself.
She had only stayed a day with him and fvcking her so soon wouldn't appear nicely.
Then her boobs...he couldn't touch them when they shared a night because she was a virgin. He did his best to thrust through her tight hole and the way she reacted to his action made him forget that he needed to explore her whole body first.
He wanted her to shake those boobs of hers and he desperately wanted to play with her nipples and slap her peaks. Time will tell. He'd eat her soon when he makes her weaker with his actions toward her. With a smile on his face, he watched her sigh as she came to sit at the table where she placed the food she cooked. It was time she taste what she cooked.