Surprise (2)

"Raise your leg high.....not too high...yeah yeah...just perfect... OK, another step.... yeah that's a good girl...wait a minute.....OK here it is... in three, two, one!". He removed the blindfold and I almost fainted in shock.

My head was swimming with thousands of emotions, there wasn't a word in the dictionary that can explain my feeling. Forgetting Papa was an old man, I jumped unto him like a raccoon, happiness is an understatement of what I felt.

" Oh my God Papa...". That was how far I could go before the tears started gushing, grandpa just smiled and continued to pat my hair till the tears subsided, he tried to hide his tears but made little success.

"Why are you crying Papa?". I asked tearfully, my mind was still a mess. I still couldn't process the fact that I got my own kitchen within 24 hours of staying with Papa.

" Nothing, just that I miss Leah. She had always wanted a kitchen like this too, she wanted to spend her last few days on earth doing what she loves –cooking and painting. I had planned to surprise her with this all those years ago, but...but she left even before the building was completed ". He couldn't hold in his tears anymore and it was my turn you pat his back and comfort him.

" Awww Papa, don't be so hard on yourself. I'm here right?, and mother is coming back in a few months". He nodded slowly as he understood what I mean, he then smiled and patted my head like an obedient puppy.

"So let's look around, you'll even be more surprised". He winked and slowly lead me to the back door and gestured that I go in first. Another wave of surprise and joyful tears hit me, my Papa just sighed and called me a cry baby. He wouldn't understand that I've only dreamed of having a kitchen exactly like his one.

The space and settings of the room behind me was like that of a five star restaurant, and the outside was like a traditional outdoor kitchen. I was already calculating the types of dishes that would be served here and.....hey, I have another idea.

" Papa, why don't we include an art's cafe, there's room for that right? ". I said enthusiastically and the smile on papa's face widened.

" You're indeed your mother's daughter, I'll make arrangements for it right away".

"Speaking of which is this also mum's plan for her kitchen?". I couldn't help the curiosity as the place wasn't originally for me.

" Nahh, this is totally your definite description of what you wanted your place to look like". He smiled and brought out his phone, how would he know what I wanted my place to look like, that's a secret I've never shared with anybody.

"Papa, how did you know?".

" Oh my bad, turn around and you'll get your answer"

I turned around and my heart skipped a beat, what is this bastard doing here?, I turned around to tell Papa I didn't want to see the douche bag but whalah!, papa had already disappeared. This guy is scum, he's trying to make the people I love believe he's a good man. But he couldn't possibly know what I wanted my place to look like unless........ I was livid with anger.

"What the fuck Henry?, do you even have any manners at all, you pretend to be a gentleman in everyone's presence but you're a bastard, a user, a crooked slimy bitch, reading a woman's diary?, there no limit to your shamelessness?, are you even human?, you're an ape, an animal I sincerely pity the girls falling for your stupid looks, you're an asshole a dick and I never.......mmm...." a kiss silenced my tirade. How dare he kiss me when I was mad at him, I scratched and punched his face but he didn't stop. I bit his lip hard and tasted his blood, it was only then he released me and cleaned off the blood at the side of his mouth, leaving a mess on his face. His face was annoyingly calm and he even smiled down at me, that didn't even improve my temper. Instead it made it worse, I get aroused by his every touch and get affected by almost everything he does, why doesn't he get affected the same way?

"How dare you bastard kiss me when I'm.....I'm mad at you?" I barked out with my face probably turning purple.

"It was the only way to keep you quiet". He shrugged and went over to lean on a table, I followed him almost immediately. I was going to burst with all the anger I felt.

" What do you mean, I'm a chatter box, or a parrot, or a radio?". His knowing glance at me made me realize I was talking too much again.

"Just fucking answer my question, what in hell do you want from me, have you forgotten I'm a gold digger?, what are you still doing chasing me around?" I poked his chest with a finger at every question. He pulled my hand and I fell into his chest, my face turned red in an instance. I struggled to get out of his hold, but held me to him.

"I told you already, I want you". His deep voice almost made me jump, why am I loosing control?

" Let me go this instance Henry Brown! "

"Why?". He asked with an amused smile.

"What the hell is amusing you?". He gave a small laugh

"You looking like a tigress"

"Oh yeah, a tigress that would tear you apart if you don't let her go"

"Awwww, ain't you cute. Come here let me give you a kiss"

"No no no no no no no no no....nmmmm...." my voice got muffled as electricity coursed through my body, he tightened his arms around me and deepened the kiss. This time, I had very little willpower to fight back. Slowly my anger dissipated and was replaced by desire, I wanted more than that kiss, I secretly wanted him to make me his.

It went from slow to freaky, before I knew what was happening his shirt was off and so was my jacket. I sucked licked and kissed every inch of his chest, neck and face. His hand roamed allover my body and slid downwards to my essence. It was all moans and groans as I boldly made for his belt. But a soft cough was heard in the background, and we snapped back to reality

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