Daddy's Hot Sauce

Anders unlocked his arms on her and get out from the bed to be in the kitchen. Hi eyes were serious and was not even looking at Emily. He galloped to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients.

Emily was on his tail and just behind him she was secretly smiling while she was staring at him doing the kitchen. She admitted to herself that cooking was not for her and being a plain stay-at-home parent might not work for her as well. "Hey! easy, Mr. Winston, I just want to eat pasta and that's all." she giggled while seeing him cutting the ingredients.

Anders just cleaned the tomatoes and glanced at her. He smiled and cut the tomatoes. "Well, it was the first time that you requested a menu to me and certainly, I will not fail you on that." he proudly said.

Emily giggled once more and went in front of the counter area just to see what he's doing. She saw the tomato sauce that he was cooking on the pot and quickly tasted it.

"You got some sauce on your... come here," she said and tiptoed to wipe off the mess off his lips.

Anders took a chance to it and wrapped his one arm on her petite waist and seductively looked into her eyes and whispered, "You want to taste the real sauce, babe?" then, he winked at her.

"Aww!" he exclaimed, and I twisted his face in pain.

Emily widened her eyes and felt ashamed because he mentioned it to her and this time she knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Will cook the pasta now?" she emphatically said.

Anders scratch his nape with a smile on his face and stared at her.

"You're still beautiful, even though you're annoyed with me. Love you babe." he smiled and went back in front of the stove.

Emily grabbed the chair from behind and silently watching him. Things were now taking her to the imagination she could not even imagine before and for the couple of months of knowing him, Emily realized he had the soft side of him and she's glad to see it in her own eyes. She wanted to believe that this was not just a dream, but the reality always knocked on her and reminded her on how he was truly in his real life.

"What will you do after this?" she asked curiously.

"Well, I think nothing for today 'cause my secretary isn't calling me for now." he said and put the pot on the other side as he turned off the heat. "Do you want me to stay here? I mean with you." he continued and prepared the pasta on the plate.

Emily did not answer 'cause half of her says yes and half not. She crossed both of her arms and said, "It's up to you."

The moment he finished the pasta, and quickly he served it in front of Emily and she noticed he was serving two plates. "Two plates?" she said

Anders shook his head and said, "Of course I want to have breakfast with you, babe, and this is the first time." and he smiled at her while wiping his hands with the kitchen towel.

Emily felt her stomach growling at this moment, so the time her plate was now in front of her, she quickly dig in and enjoyed the pasta.

"Calm down, babe, there's plenty of it." he said and smiled while staring at her enjoying the pasta.

Anders noticed she was eating sizeable portions, so he just smiled and handed her the glass of water.

Emily smiled at him and felt unease by the way she ate the pasta and of course she could not eat everything as she felt like something rumbling inside her stomach and hurried to the toilet. Suddenly his phone rang and Emily continued her food, but she noticed that her facial expression has changed. Then, Anders stood up and went out of the garden to talk to someone on the phone while Emily was finishing up the pasta. While she was washing the plates, Anders went at her back and hugged her tight.

"Sorry I have to go."

Emily was not saying anything to him and just nodded her head while doing the dishes. She could not understand what to feel and all she cared about was like being away from him might be made her sad for the whole day.

She just stared at Anders from the glass window and let out a heavy sigh. Then, she quickly ran toward the sink and spit everything from her mouth. All the servants were there witnessing how she spit out most of the food she had eaten. So, she wiped off her lips and felt tired after it and said, "Please don't tell this to mom. I'll be the one to tell it to them, okay?" she pleased the servants in the house and slouched back to her bedroom.

***

He was clenching his fist while driving all the way to his penthouse. Anders would not expect her arrival soon and, as per agreement, she may visit him at least once in a while.

"Damn it!" he exclaimed and hit the steering wheel as for him to release his emotion.

HE wanted to tell Emily, but he didn't know how. He wanted to make sure that Emily would not get hurt by the truth.

But, how could people would not get hurt about the truth because truth is always the most hurtful thing in the world?

Staring at the traffic jam as he looked at the road and, for the first time in his existence. He appreciated the place. The beauty of the lights and everything around it. Now, even though it was traffic, he realized that there were improvements on himself. His temper was not present anymore, but a more relaxed Anders Winston was now driving on the road. Then, a smile appeared on his face as he remembered Emily's lovely face. It was all because of her and this time he would prove everything to her.