It's another day of me sneaking out to meet Xander.

My heart just tells me to go to him. Honestly the time I spent with him yesterday gave my mind peace. I need to do it again. And i think more often.

Thankfully I got inside the house without Damien knowing anything at all. He is unaware of the fact that I'm gonna sneak out today too. Haha poor innocent Damien.

It was nearly 10, time for night coffee of Damien. He was in his study at the moment. I made him his coffee and just when I entered inside his study, I noticed his upper body was naked.

Was I drooling?

No.

But God did make him flawless.

Looking at him like that, my hand shivered and the cup I was holding fell down on the floor smashing into small little pieces, now grabbing his attention.

"Can't do anything right, can you, Miss Smith?" Of course he had to comment.

"Sorry." I said.

"Apologising for being utterly useless brat."

"Stop calling me a brat."

"Why? Aren't you one." His eyes narrowed at me, challenging me to reply back.

"Your Melissa is a brat, you're a brat and everyone related to you is a brat."

My sentence just made him chuckle and his beautiful smile that I remember I once used to admire, is nothing but a nightmare now.

"I'll clean it up." I muttered.

"Just leave." He said, hopping on back to his chair.

.....

Stupid incident had to happen. Now my whole mood is ruined. I don't feel like going out at all. But I know Xander's company will help me forget it.

At 12 sharp I stepped out of the house without any sound. I was so happy that Damien doesn't know anything.

Xander was standing outside of his car, held the gate open for me to get in. "Well, thank you, gentleman." I feel like a princess with him. He got in himself and drove away.

"Where are we going today?" I said.

"We are going at mine." He said.

"Ok."

"You didn't eat dinner, did you, princess?" He messaged me and asked me not to have dinner cause we will be having it together. I mean who have dinner at 12 but ok with me. Instead of eating alone like I usually do its better to have some company. And yeah I never eat with Damien cause almighty him doesn't like piece of garbage that is me eating on same table with him.

"Do you know how to cook?" I asked.

"And I bet you don't know the c of cooking." He said, making me look at him in anger.

"I can cook very good." I said, kinda proud of myself.

"Sure." He said in a laughing tone.

"Are you not believing me?"

"We both will make something and decide who's the better chef, aight?" Challenge on, Mr Xander.

Wait till you shock yourself and beg for more.

Cooking is the one thing I do with pride. I know what I cook is worth eating and any insane person will just give me bad remarks on it. I mean I'm a chef of Dmaien, amnt I? That explain how good I cook cause that man is a total grump.

As we got into his penthouse. It was decent sized one. All these famous celebraties like to live in penthouses. His photos of different award ceremonies hung in the wall as he held those awards with great smile. I just then realized Damien has no photos of himself in his penthouse. I wonder why. I know for a fact that Damien has won endless amount of awards, I remember looking at those award ceremonies while praying to God that the award winner should be Damien. Those crazy days.

"Let me take you to my kitchen." And damn his kitchen is more beautiful then that of Damien. Everything organized and shiny.

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"I love it." I said in a awe.

His house was nice and cool but his kitchen was so cleaned that it looked like it hasn't been even touched. I can't guess if he even cooks here.

"I'll just go and change, princess. Make yourself home." He said, and disappeared into his room to change his clothes.

Meanwhile I was deciding what to cook. Lasagne? Nah. Pizza? Another no.

How about Spanish dish Paella. Dad loved when I made paella, he used to eat atleast 3 full plates.

Oh! Those golden memories.

Looking around I found my veggies, meat and equipment I was looking for. Here we go, Xander. You'll be defeated before you know.

I was half way done with my cooking when I heard steps coming closer. "Literally I'm half way done and you grace me with your presence now." I commented but did not turn to look at him, as I was mixing the ingredients so it wont burn.

"Shower takes time, princess." He said and stood beside, now that I got a look of him. The water was dropping off his naked upper body, making him look hotter then usual. And man he was well built. His freshly shaven face was glowing, making him more handsome than ever. And those eyes were just sparking with a smile on his face. The towel was hanging around his neck.

"Like what you see, princess?" He winked at me. And then pulled a shirt over his head.

"Can't have you melting here with all my hotness." Well someone is narcissist but in a funny way. Damien is narcissist but in a selfish way.

"Paella, is that what you're cooking princess?" He questioned.

"Yes." I replied.

"Then I'll make the desert ok?" Does he even know how to.

"Alright. Don't poison me though." I said in a joking tone. Glaring at me in a dramatic way but also smiling later he then started working on his dessert.

When we both were done, we set the table with me arranging 2 plates of paella and dessert to be eaten later.

"Let's check your cooking, princess." I then waited for him to take a bite.

As he took his first bite, he moaned as his reaction changed into one of getting pleasure from eating. I knew how good it was.

"Did you put magic in it?" He asked, investigating the dish like a detective.

"Sure did."

"I'm serious I don't even like paella. But this is first class dish you just pulled." He said as he took another mouthful. I watched as he ate all of the food like an starving animal. Not that I'm complaining. When he grabbed another plate for himself, my heart just delighted with happiness.

Moments with my dad just passing through my memories. He used to eat Paella just like Xander is eating at the moment. And that brought tears in my eyes. I wiped them away before Xander could see.

"Are you crying?" And he saw.

"No." Didn't want to but I sniffed.

"Princess, what happened?"

"Dad." I muttered in a small voice.

"He used to love my paella. And you just remined me of him." More tears fell, I feel bad for ruining such moment. Him enjoying the dish now he will be worried about me.

"Is he no more?" I nodded my head.

"Oh baby," He pulled my chair closer to his as he enveloped me in a hug. I hugged him tight letting all of my emotions out.

For few good moments we just sat there me sniffing on his tshirt and him holding me tight. Am I bad if I say it feels so good to be under his arms. I feel like I'm secured.

"Can we do it often?" I said, my voice bearly coming as I was speaking on his chest.

"Yes, princess?"

"Meet like this. I feel at peace when I meet you." I said with bravery.

"Ofc, princess." He said, as he played with my hair.

When I was done with my dramatic scene. I backed away and looked at his tshirt. All of it covered in my tears. How embarrassing!

"Are you ok now, princess?" I nodded.

"Let's grab some of my chocolate mousse, should we?" He got up to grab our dessert.

And let me tell you it was more then just delicious. His cooking was no less greater then mine. I was shook at it.

"Well look at the person who said I can't cook." He said, making me laugh.