Elenas POV:
I woke up to the sound of a pan hitting the ground. I jolted awake, forgetting where I was.
Right, I'm here... in his bed. But not like in his bed because of- you know what never mind. Then I heard a voice and I sat up and looked over at the door, there he was standing there, he had gray sweatpants and a skin-tight black turtleneck, his dark brown hair messy and in his face.
"Did you get your beauty sleep?" He said in a cold tone.
"Yeah... just so you know you cuddle in your sleep," I replied with a little bit of attitude.
"Mmhmm... I made breakfast, hope you like eggs." I immediately ran to my room to get dressed, as soon as I got in I shut the door and went through the closet.
All of the clothes were my size... MY SIZE! Is he a stalker or something... Then I saw it. The best outfit in history. A plain. Black. T-shirt. I grabbed it and some boyfriend style ripped jeans, the perfect outfit. After I got changed I went downstairs to the kitchen, I had to ask around a couple of times to find out where it was.
I finally walked in and there he was, cooking pancakes, what type of f-(Enstert Quack sound)-ing maybe mafia boss cold guy bakes pancakes. I have to admit... they smelt good.
"Smells good..." I made sure to sound cold. Then I saw eggs, made since he said he was making eggs.
"Thanks, I grew up cooking so..." He sounded kinda happy. God... That Brown messy hair... Messy hair definitely looks good on him.
He got plates and put food on them, then set the table. I didn't know what to do so I just stood there.
"Well? Are you gonna starve or eat? cause this morning you really wanted food." He said in a playful voice as he sat down.
"I'll eat," I said as I sat down. I took a bite of the eggs. Then another. And another. And a lot more till they were all gone.
"I'll take it as you like them?" He said, my mouth was full so I simply nodded and swallowed. Then I tried the pancakes.
What the f-(Enstert Quack sound)... How were they this good?! What the hell?! After I was done eating I grabbed my plate and stood up, I went to the sink.
"What are you doing?" He said, kinda in a harsh tone.
"Cleaning my dishes?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm done and it's dirty?"
"We have maids for that. You don't have to clean it yourself."
"but I want to." That was pretty much our whole conversation before he stood up, took the plate from me, and cleaned it himself. The audacity of this man.
I scoffed and went upstairs to my room.
Alejandro POV:
I woke up before her and put on a shirt. Then I went downstairs and started to make eggs, sure we have maids and a chef but I wanted Elena's first meal in this house to be made by me.
Then around 9 I went back to my room and dropped a pan on the ground. It would probably wake her up. I opened the door and saw her on the bed.
God, she looks adorable when she's sleeping...
"Did you get your beauty sleep?" I asked, trying to be nice but I think it came off as cold.
"Yeah... just so you know you cuddle in your sleep," I did not. I wasn't even asleep.
"Mmhmm... I made breakfast, hope you like eggs." I said. I walked out and went to the kitchen, I started to cook pancakes and eggs. Then I heard that angelic voice again.
"Smells good..." I felt my cheeks getting warm... Why were they getting warm..?
Shit... How can she get me flustered like this..?
"Thanks, I grew up cooking so..." I said, I tried to go for a happy tone but I think it was in between nervous and happy... I got plates, put food on them and set the table.
"Well? Are you gonna starve or eat? cause this morning you really wanted food." I asked, then I looked up at her. She looked adorable with the boyfriend-style ripped jeans, and the black shirt styled the way it was.
"I'll eat," She said before she sat down and took a bite, then at least 10 more. I chuckled softly but I don't think she noticed.
"I'll take it as you like them?" She just nodded, after a couple of minutes, she grabbed her plate and went to the sink. I swear if this beautiful woman does her own dishes...
"What are you doing?" I said, it came out as harsh I think.
"Cleaning my dishes?" She said reaching for the water.
"Why?" I asked. "Because I'm done and it's dirty?"
"We have maids for that. You don't have to clean it yourself."
"but I want to." By then I had already stood up and taken it from her, I rinsed and washed it.
She scoffed and went upstairs.
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Arranged
RomanceA girl named Elena gets married, but it's arranged. She hates her parents for this. And rumors she has heard say that her new husband is in the mafia? A boy, Alejandro, gets into an arranged marriage, his parents want him married and her parents wa...
