The Godfather

¤Chapter Eight¤

Chapter Eight|Scattered Literature

"I'm coming!" Euphoria groaned.

Shuffling slightly she tip toed over all her laid out study material and quickly made it to the front door.

"Who is it?"

"Demetrius."

She couldn't help but smile before opening the door. He stood before her clad in a black expensive looking suit with a turtle neck under the jacket and fancy dress shoes. His hair was messy as if he'd run his fingers through it many times. What had her grinning were the glasses resting on the bridge or his nose.

"Hi." She stepped aside and opened the door wider allowing him to enter.

"Hello mi cioccolatino." He placed a kiss on her cheek. "How was your day?" He asked as he removed his shoes.

"It was interesting and very busy. How about yours?" She asked him. "Sorry about the mess I'm just studying. Let's sit at the window seat." She gestured to the free spot to sit. They could see the apartment building across from hers and the street infront or her building.

"Mine was eventful as well." He spoke. "How many tests are you writing tomorrow?" He looked from her couches, coffee table and carpet that had been covered in either paper or a heavy looking book.

"Just one." She sighed heavily.

"Damn tesoro even I wasn't this serious about school."

"Really?" She asked shocked.

"No." He shook his head with a smirk on his lips after a moment of silence.

She kissed her teeth, "Whatever."

"Have you eaten?" He asked her.

"No. I was planning on eating at 8."

"It's passed 11 now Bella." He chuckled standing to his feet. "I'll make us some dinner. You can study in the mean time. Make sure to finish up because after this I want you in bed and refreshed for tomorrow."

"You don't have to do that Demetrius." She said as she followed him to her kitchen.

Demetrius turned around and took hold of her shoulders before turning her around and giving her light push towards her study material. "Go."

Euphoria didn't protest any more and let the man cook for her. She continued the last bit off work that she had to study. When she got to her last paragraph he called her to dinner. Asking for 10 minutes she was able to read over it three times before standing to her feet and meeting him at the breakfast bar.

"This looks amazing." Euphoria stated as her eyes focused on the plate before her. "Are you sure all these ingredient are from my kitchen?" She arched her brow.

"Yes mi amore." He chuckled.

They ate in silence. After their plates were cleared of food they fell into light conversation as she sipped on her water. Euphoria couldn't help but share with him what she had discovered today. She told him everything. She wanted to share the news with someone and had decided that he'd be the most understanding. Especially when it came to her new found wealth.