Chapter 44
Lucinda's POV
Several days had passed since my birthday. Lucian seemed to have taken Dami away from me rendering me to multiple days of solitude and boredom.
Everyone else was working and because I do not tolerate manual labor I decided to stay at home. Just as I was about to sit on my couch and binge watch another show I heard a knock on my door.
I set down my snacks and opened the door to see none other that Donavan. Surprised that he came to see me I invited him in.
"What are you doing here?"
"We have stuff on our list that we need to complete remember?"
"I never actually got to see this list of yours so I wouldn't know if we had something planned today or not."
"Fair point... Are you ready to go?"
He eyed me up and down staring at my poor choice of attire. It's not my fault I look homeless... Who's there to judge you when you're practically stuck at home?
"Just give me a second to change..."
He hummed in response and began eating my snacks on the table. I walked into my room and put on something more presentable for the public.
After I was done we headed out... I dressed me more casually because I had no idea where we were going.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see..."
I had the sudden urge to roll my eyes but remember what happened last time I did that... But then again I'm kinda curious to find out what will happen if I do but I restrained myself.
After a couple more minutes of small talk and teasing we made it to a a building that I did not recognize until I saw the sign on the glass window.
"A hair salon?"
"Remember when we were in the library and I asked you what was something you wanted to do but were too scared to try?"
"Yeah..."
"Today... You're dyeing your hair ash-gray"
"Wait what-"
He grabbed my wrist and began to lead me into the salon and proceeded to seat me on a chair.
"But I-"
"No objections!"
"Fine I'll do it... But only if you do it with me..."
He eyebrows rose at my proposal but if I knew Donavan when he's handed a challenge he doesn't back down.
He smirk at me daringly and sat down on the chair next to me. The two ladies came over to prep us for the dyeing process. I saw Donny fidgeting in his chair looking kind of nervous.
"Are you sure this isn't going to make me look old?"
"I don't know... I've never done this before so if it looks bad on me at least I won't be the only one who looks stupid."
"Like that's very reassuring..."
"It was your idea to come here..."
"Okay yeah... I get it. Don't rub it in."
We both decided not to do a full head dye but to leave the roots with their natural colour. We kept light conversation throughout the whole thing but I could see he was only doing this to calm himself down.
After a few minutes of the dye in our hair they finally washed it out. With my hair wet it didn't look all that bad and neither did Donny's.
After it was dried and curled I honestly had to say that my hair looked great. I turned my head side to side and ran my fingers through it posing in different ways to see whether I still looked good.
"The colour really suits you..."
I turn my head to Donavan and my jaw dropped. There is no fucking way he's pulling this off better than me. He ran fingers through his hair a couple of times to give it this messy sexy look.
"See... It didn't make you look old and even if it did you'd be a pretty hot dad..."
He scoffed and got up and I followed him. We paid for our hairstyles and left the salon after Donavan was done talking to the ladies in the salon who just seemed to want his attention.
With a scowl on my face I stormed out of the salon with him closely behind me. Why am I mad? Ugh! He caught up to me and stood in front of me to stop me from walking.
"Why are you so mad butterfly? Are you hungry?"
From the moment he called me butterfly my so called anger melted away and I found my stupid self nodding.
"Okay then... Let's get you some food then."
I followed him mindlessly and saw that we were on a familiar route. After being here three time I'd know when he was taking us to his penthouse.
"Why are we going to your penthouse?"
"To get some food... Duh"
Eventually we got to the penthouse and I was sitting across from him on the other side of the kitchen counter watching him like a creep.
He got out some stuff from the fridge and set them out on the table. He began to chop some onions and boiled water for pasta.
"You know how to cook?"
"Yeah... My mother taught me."
"Hmm... I'd love to meet the woman who had the patience to teach you how to cook."
"She said it would make me husband material..."
I let out a breathy laugh and decided to help him but he ushered me back to my chair and gave me some juice to drink while I waited for him to finish.
At first I was angry he wouldn't let me help but he said he wanted to cook for me so I found that sweet and sat down without much struggle.
About an hour or so later he placed a plate of spaghetti and meatballs in front of me and a plate of his own.
I found he staring at me intently as I took my fork and twisted it on my plate to get some pasta on there. I slowly lifted the fork to my mouth and placed it in my mouth.
An explosion of flavors burst in my mouth and I found myself chewing with much eagerness to get more in my mouth.
"How is it?"
"Bad..."
He had a horrified expression on his face and I laughed.
"Really?!"
"No... I'm kidding. It's really amazing honestly. Good job!"
He let out a sigh of relief and then proceeded to glare at me playfully.
"I've never cooked for anyone before so forgive me if I was nervous about making a mistake."
I hummed and took another bite of this delicious food in front of me when I realized something.
"Does that mean I'm your first?"
"Yeah... I guess it does."
Hell fucking yeah!
I felt a sense of pride that I'm the first person let along woman he's ever cooked for. With a satisfied smile I took another bite of my delicious food.
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