CHAPTER 13: A Normal Couple

I'm still standing in front of the dresser, startled. I'm not sure if I should run to him and hug him to thank him for all of this, or should I run away and never come back here again.

Because, let's be honest this is creepy and I really am allergic to creepy people.

"So? You like this or should we change something?" Andrew asks. He looks serious.

"Did you have to do all of this" I say. It seems like he already planned everything.

"Of course I had to. We're going to live together, so everything must be perfect for us. Especially for you, I want you to be happy and comfortable" he says, smiling at me confidently.

"But I said we're just going to try for two days and see if we get along well" I tell him, raising my eyebrows and crossing my hands.

I really want to see if he will keep his confident look when I refuse to stay.

That is the main reason why I hate rich people; they suppose they can provide felicity by material things.

Actually I don't quite understand why people make connection between money and happiness in the first place. In fact, these two terms are beyond comparison, the first one is material and the other one is psychological.

You can't just compare the incomparable.

Andrew comes closer to me and put his hands on my waist, I have to look up so I can meet his eyes, given that he's much taller than me. Otherwise, I will just keep staring at his chest.

"This is your house now, no matter what happens" he assures me, with a low voice.

I don't answer him, I always find it very impressive how hard he is trying to please me. But now it's beginning to feel toxic, it is like he wants to contain me and to keep me trapped in his world.

I really want to complain about it all, only that it is normal for couples. And basically, it seems like I trapped him in my world for a year and he never and I cannot stress this enough, he never complained about anything.

I smile at him and he closes the space between us by putting his lips on mine, I immediately feel all the stress leaves my body and I relax in his arms. The sweet feeling of the kiss is still there even that we break it and now we're just standing hugging each other.

In those moments, I wonder what he's thinking about and also I wonder if he can guess what I am thinking about.

Although I'm kind of sure he can't handle what's on my mind, the confusion and the contradiction of my own thoughts are killing me and dragging me down.

Part of me is really happy with him and wants to stay and enjoy the simple things, yet another part wants me to yell at him and say out loud that I don't love him and I never will and that I am too damaged to love someone.

Andrew kisses my forehead and smiles at me, so I smile back in return.

"I'm going to change, then we will make dinner together" he says, taking off his tie.

It comes to my mind, that if you see us on the street or something you will think that we are the living proof of "the billionaire and his assistant", Andrew with his suits and ties and me with my blazers and high heels. Basically, the perfect couple, except we are not that perfect.

A hysterical laugh rises up from my stomach but I catch it. The thought was weird but funny.

"How was your week" I ask him, with a neutral voice, though I am really curious to know.

"I had a lot of work. And I literally spent the nights up, so it was pretty frustrating" he says, not looking at me.

Now he's wearing only gray sweatpants. Actually I should say The Legendary Gray Sweatpants, because they really are. Honestly I still don't know why they look so hot on boys.

Anyway, Andrew is bare chest and I'm staring at him the way you stare at a Calvin Klein model. I'm not ashamed to say it.

"How was yours?" Andrew asks me, while he goes to the bathroom.

"Um...Actually I did nothing special. I had work too. And I have to finish a report for Monday. That's it" I tell him, shrugging my shoulders. He's looking at me through the mirror in the bathroom.

He washes his face and his hands with his special soap five times at once, and then he gets out. Andrew has an OCD so he is a maniac when it comes to hand washing and cleaning.

I am sitting on the bed, not really knowing what to do or how to act.

"I really missed you, I was thinking about you all the time" he says, standing far from me.

The space between us now feels awkward and I'm not sure if I have to say that I missed him too, because I did miss him.

"Change your clothes, I'll be in the kitchen" he informs me, as he leaves the room.

I stay out of place for some minutes, before I check the dresser and see which options I do have. It turns out I DO have a lot of choices; I can't stop myself from wondering how did Andrew choose these outfits. Maybe someone helped him. But who?

However, I settle on a black tank top and G-string panties. I have to admit that I like being half naked, or naked.

I join Andrew in the kitchen, as soon as his eyes settle on me, or more specifically on my body, he stops what was he doing and glanced up and down at me with the most seductive look ever.

He breaks the stare and resumes slicing cheese, I stand beside him waiting for him to give me my task.

Although he just keeps going on his work.

"I'm not sure that I can focus on my cooking when you're barely wearing anything" Andrew says. Not even looking at me.

I sneak my hand and take a slice of cheese, cheddar cheese actually. Obviously he's making Mac N Cheese, as I see the macaroni is already cooking in the boiling water.

"You asked for this so just get used to it" I say, shrugging my shoulders at him, still chewing the cheese.

Andrew looks at me, very amused with a big smile on his face.

"Cut this into thick slices, please" he requests, still laughing.

"What are you going to make of it?" I ask, as I grab the avocado he gives me to slice it.

I got to say that I'm not good in the kitchen, except for pizza and spaghetti, they're so easy.

"Chicken salad. It's easy though" he says, looking hot as ever.

"You look sexy when you're cooking" I tell him, smiling. I haven't noticed it before; he really does look attractive while cooking.

"Stop seducing me!" He tells, with a deep voice and we both laugh.

"I'm not even trying to seduce you. You are just always horny" I say, still laughing. I finish what he asked me to do.

"And you are ready all the time" Andrew tells me, with a playful tone and he winks at me.

"I guess you got something in your eye" I say, acting concerned as I point at his eyes.

"Really? Look closer" Andrew says, he leans towards me so I can check his eyes.

He's acting afraid, then he kisses me on the lips briefly, still I like it.

He turns back to his white sauce and I lick my lips, while enjoying looking at him.

"You do this often?" I ask. Realizing that I never know he can cook. To be honest, I don't know much about him.

I mean like, I have no clue what does he like to do in his free time or what is his favorite place.

"Yes. When I'm in a good mood I demand the maids to take the day off so I can cook and clean myself" he says, smiling. Guess I just figure out what he does in his free time.

"I think cooking demands a family" I say, Andrew seems confused with what I just said. "I mean it has to be a family, you can't just cook for yourself and eat alone" I continue.

Basically, it's one of the many reasons why I don't like cooking.

"So we are a family now" Andrew says, with a serious confident voice.