Isabella Martini - POV
Arlo's eyes almost widened to the size of saucers when he heard that as he looked at me. "Have you ever cooked in your life?" He asked me, and I shook my head.
"No, but I think I can learn." I asserted while Arlo shook his head.
"I think it is safe for the both of us if you don't come to the kitchen, Bella."
"I cannot learn to cook shit if you forbade me from coming to the kitchen, Arlo," I told already starting off our first argument. "Don't you like my cooking?" I asked him, and he didn't answer for a long time.
"There are two reasons for that. First, you are a horrible cook." he bluntly said, and even though it stunk, I knew it was the truth, so I don't think I could argue with him for that. "And second, you make a mess in here whenever you cook, and I like to keep things neat and clean. So if you want something, ask an omega to bring it up, or you can go to the kitchen downstairs."
