Chapter 113
Arrick moves out of reach and wanders to the fridge, opening it to rummage the contents and pulls out
somebelled tubs. His housekeeper is paid to keep it stocked and easy for him when he wants to eat;
his strict diet when in training means he eats a lot of healthy foods and high protein, but he is
rummaging for something else. It’s early morning, he woke me up with his rm and now he’s
showered and ready to go to the gym at stupid o’clock even though I am half asleep and struggling to
get ready for school.
Who even does that on purpose?
We were up sote, watching movies, fooling around and even had a little steamy make-out session
that could have gone a lot further if he wasn’t such a gentleman. I am suffering now though as I watch
him, still in my clothes fromst night, finding some breakfast before he takes me home to get ready
properly. Normally I wouldn’t be up for another hour at least, but I don’t want to get a cab home this
tired and dragging my weekend bags with me.
“I want to go back to bed.” I whine petntly, tiredness making me grumpy. I’ve never been a morning
person and rub my eyes and head groggily. Arrick throws me back an indulgent smile and goes back to
raiding the fridge, pulling out what looks like oatmeal and fruit.
Ughhhh, he’s trying to poison me.
I join him at the fridge and poke around the huge pile of clear tubs with various titles. Spying a Chinese
takeout box, I pull it forward and am disappointed to see it is being used to hold a variety of chopped
peppers and sd.
“Do you never just want to grab a greasy dog and a chocte bar?” I screw my nose up and dig
deeper into the depths of organized eating; his fridge is a poster child for healthy living and organic
goodness. There is nothing in here that even slightly calls to me to be eaten.
“Not at six a.m., Sophie, no. You really do worry me sometimes with your eating habits. Please tell me
you have not been fending for yourself with hot dogs and candy for thest three months.” He runs an
eye over my body as though to check if he might have missed any obvious signs of malnutrition and I
eye roll. I pull out a box without abel and sigh at diced chicken with some sort of seasoning that is
obviously marinating for another meal.
“I want pancakes.” I sniff a tub of dressing and stick a finger in to taste it, hoping it’s some sort of syrup
and screw my face up at its chili taste. Wiping it off my tongue with my nail and catch him looking at me
like I’m some sort of alien creature he found in his kitchen.
“Baby, I haven’t got time to make them right now. Just grab something quick so we can get ready and
go. I have to get you home, so you can get ready. I need to meet Nate before five-thirty at the gym.”
Arrick throws two containers back in the fridge and pulls out a carton of fresh orange instead. Pouring
two sses beside the two bowls of oatmeal and fruit.
He must be insane if he thinks I am eating that crap.
“I don’t like you anymore.” I sigh. Pushing the fridge shut dejectedly and eyeing up the tes he is now
carrying to the table.
“I know. Come on, I want to make sure you eat before I drop you off. I know howzy you can be in the
morning and you’re then starving by lunch.” He’s bossy this morning, a return to Arry of old and no
longer pandering to my every whim while he’s in paternal mode. I stick my tongue out at him behind his
back.
“Let’s go now and find a convenience store to stock up on junk food, I cannote over here if you do
not have a good supply for my womanly needs. Chocte is a must, Cheetos … we need some Pepsi
for sure.” I slump back against the counter once more as he turns and gives me thatmandeering
narrowed gaze frown, making me obey and I follow him to what looks like gran, with fruit, and
maybe milk, maybe yoghurt. Natashaes to mind and I screw up my face in disgusting memory. I
follow him anyway and sit in my usual seat, sliding down as he pushes my bowl towards me and digs
into his own. I hate that he is a sexy eater, it just draws attention to the muscles in his face and that
crazily strong jaw, those perfectly soft, not overly full lips that were invented for kissing
“You eat like a kid; your diet is awful. I don’t know how you are so thin and toned for someone who eats
like a sugar-addicted five-year-old.” Arrick scalds me, pushing my te back at me as I push it away,
with a raised brow that signals he’s not in the mood. I push it sideways andy my head on the table
dramatically. Too tired to eat and hating that I have even met five a.m. on purpose. He has no idea how
unhealthy for my disposition this is.
“I don’t know how you got so beefy and muscr for someone who eats like a rabbit.” I stick my tongue
out at him from my t posture and start running my finger in circles on the surface. Praying something
falls out of the sky which is both edible and energy-boosting.
“Well, if you’re staying here a lot then get used to it, as you are not going to be living on Cheetos and
Pepsi. I don’t mind the asional splurge when I’m on a training break, but I don’t want you living on
that crap, Sophs. I had to lose like ten pounds after gettingzy with you, I am not doing that again.” He
frowns at me and then pushes my foot under the table with his to get me to sit up.
“Fine we will stay at mine then. You can bring your rabbit food and leave me to my fridge of cold pizza,
takeout and junk food.” I sigh and bury my face on top of my outstretched arms, ignoring his attempts
to get me upright, closing my eyes in a bid to sleep on the table. I feel like hell and now I am wishing I
didn’t spend copious hours ying tonsil tennis with one very practiced Carrero and slept more.
“You do realize this is me your talking too? I will clean out your fridge and restock it, you’re my girlfriend
now, meaning I have more say.” He sounds like he’s smiling, and I look up to see him grinning at me
while eating his gross food. Finding himself utterly amusing and yet weirdly I do not.
“Oh, for a minute I thought Jake was here … You can only dream that you get to boss me around the
way he does.” I sit up and narrow my eyes at him, not about to take any crap from him at all, especially
over food. I even might let the girlfriendment slide, seeing as I have not agreed to any such thing
yet.
“Maybe I need a list of things I do get to boss you around over.” He narrows his gaze back at me, I
guess testing the waters at myck of picking him up on the girlfriendbel.
“Setting ground rules or telling you which things are not your concern?” I raise my eyebrows cheekily at
him, smirking and rxing into the old atmosphere we always had. I feel better after sleep, even if I
haven’t had enough and I am getting used to his presence again, falling into our roles from before. I like
that we haven’t lost the bickering banter and passive-aggressive affection from before. That was
something I always loved about us.
“We need ground rules. First one being I won’t have my girl eating crap all the time, it may not affect
you now, but it will eventually. Besides, the crabby ass moods you get in would probably improve with a
better diet.” He raises one dark brow, that slight smug hint of a smirk in the depths.
“I think you are probably the cause of those crabby ass moods, like ny-nine percent of the time. I’ll
change my diet in small ways if you give me full-body massages once a week.” I retort sassily, head
thinking how good it will feel to let him strip me naked for that. I always did imagine what it would be
like and I guess I get to experience it now. Perks of Arry as my boyfriend, I guess. I kind of like that title,
maybe I should permanently let the girlfriendbel slide.
“Deal. I’ll give you more than one a week if you like. I’ll give them daily.” He winks, and I can see this
conversation taking a different turn. I narrow my gaze at him, breaking when he chuckles and pokes
me on the end of the nose with his thumb, returning to his crappy breakfast.
“Okay with that sorted, let’s talk sleepovers. After tonight I am back in training and I am overseeing a
new merger in Carrero Corp, so would be easier if you stayed here with me some nights a week. That’s
if you want to stay with me?” He pauses mid spoonful and flickers a nce down at me, looking
incredibly young and boyish at that moment.
“We’re not doing sex, but we’re doing sleepovers?” I frown at him, confused why he would want that if
he knows we are not going to do anything that requires a bed.
“Why not? I still want you beside me some nights even if it makes me take a dozen cold showers.” He
smiles again and goes on crunching on his food,pletely dismissive of any weirdness in that
sentence. My stomach rumbles involuntarily and I eye up the bowl a little defeatedly. Pondering
whether I can eat it or not and knowing if I don’t I will literally starve. I don’t do well onck of food.
“I need to be home sometimes, to work, to study. I don’t know what nights.” I answer childishly, pouting
over myck of pancakes and staring out past the ceramic bowl to the New York skyline from his wide
windows. It’s raining today, and the sky is overcast, not that it’s important in any way but I realize how
nice the view is from here at this time of the day.
“I’m not trying to pressure you to stay, just if you want to, then I want you to know it’s an open offer,
Sophs. I would have you with me every night.” He draws my attention back to him with a little worried
look and I smile at him to ease his tension.
“Okay.” I answer, not sure what else to say really. Yes, I want to be here with him too but no, I am not
ready to throw all in and give him everything while I still feel like I need time. There is a part of me that
still thinks he needs to work for this a little, stubborn Sophie who won’t back down.
“I’m sorry if I’m being pushy, I know I’m getting ahead of myself. I really want you here, want this to
work.” Again, he looks so young and wary and it makes me feel crappy. I sigh and tilt my head up,
moving to sit up properly.
“I want that too, I know you’re not being pushy. I just need a little breathing space, to get my head
around this.” I shrug, unable to look him in the eye for a moment because I know it’s not the answer he
wants.
“I understand baby; Please eat, Sophs. I can’t take you home unless you do. I hate seeing you living on
pancakes and sundaes.” He cuts in, changing the topic because he obviously realizes it’s not the time
to go into this. I need time and he promised me I could have it.
“Ughhh, for God’s sake. I think I’m going to rename you Jake!” I snap; never a morning person and
hating how nagging he can be sometimes. He’s worse than my mom.
“Jake would get fewer arguments from you. You do what he tells you.” He points out with a frown, a
little hint of attitude because it’s true. But then Jake is my godfather and he can be one scary dude
when he wants to be.
“Jake’s less of an ass than you are.” I retort, leaning out and picking up the spoon in my bowl to mix the
mixture of food childishly.
“Thanks, I love you too, Sophs…. Okay, back to this … I train every weekday morning and twice in the
evening; I can never schedule my work rota at Carrero Corp astely it’s been hectic so really, we are
going to have to take each day as ites in terms of dating. I also have a fight in three weeks, I need
to fly to Miami a week before. I guess I’ll have to n everything around all that.” He pushes my bowl
back towards me when he sees me ying with it and I give him a look that equates to ‘I am still not
eating it’ that is met with a frown.
“Check us being all proper grown-up and organized. Do I need a calendar to write this all down?” I
smirk at him, pping his hand off when he tries to pick up my spoon to push at me.
“A spank maybe, how about you just text me daily and tell me when to pick you up. I’ll tell you when I
can’t. I meant what I said. I would see you every second of every day if you let me.” He sighs heavily,Content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.
eyes homed in on myck of eating and I refrain from sticking my tongue out at Mr. Frustrating. over
there.
“Why does this feel the same?” I sigh, eyeing him up with scrutiny suddenly, wondering if it’s normal
that we have reverted back to us of old. Suddenly wondering what that even means.
“What do you mean? Same as what?” He stops and nces up at me from his bowl, looking at me like
he has no clue what I mean. A teeny hint of concern in the depths.
“All of this seems just like when we used to make ns to go off skiing or to hang out, it doesn’t feel
different. We’re being so … normal.” I wave my hands about to emphasize my point and then flop onto
my elbows once more, caging my bowl. Arrick straightens and shrugs at me, eyes on my food that I am
once again stirring absentmindedly.
“Because it is normal, rtionships are like this, Sophie. Best mates who also fuck and kiss a lot. No
other dates or people in the way, but like we were, with a whole lot more intimacy and touching.” He
shrugs with one shoulder, looks relieved and goes back to what he was doing, reaching out to stop me
from sending the contents of my bowl over the edge with the way I am messing with it. He stills my
hand and pushes the darn thing back at me more forcefully this time.
“What did you think it would be like?” He adds in afterthought.
“I don’t know. Awkward maybe. That it would be, or feel different, and not feel so normal and non-scary.
I thought it would be something new and kinda weird.” I watch that perfectly calm face, the twinge of a
neat eyebrow as he takes in what I am saying and the little smile that breaks the corner of his mouth. I
also pick up my spoon and go straight back to drawing patterns in my gran so that some sploshes
on the table in the most satisfying way. He looks at me like he maybe is rethinking the spanking
comment and eats.
“When we get to sex it will change the dynamics a little, but generally, we already had a close
rtionship. That’s why we’re doing this slowly, so nothing is scary or overwhelming for you, baby. Just
us like this and we will work up to moreter if you want to. This is how it really is; we already had
something that worked.” He seems confident in the fact, while I just feel confused.
“Guess I’m used to guys who try to hump my leg constantly, fuck me about, leave me hanging, and
screw my so-called mates when they don’t get what they want.” I shrug this time and go back to
torturing my food with my spoon. Comcent about my dating past and not feeling anything about any
of the scumbags who never deserved me anyway.
“None of that is ever going to happen with me. We have always been honest with each other. I might
asionally hump you though when I get majorly horny from you doing things like this.” Raising a
brow, he leans under the table and catches my foot which has crept up his warm leg under of its own
ord, wiggling toes up his leg, not thinking of what that had been doing to him. With a warm hand
around my heel, he lets my foot drop back to the floor with a furrowed cute look.
“Oops.” I blush and sit my feet together on the floor. Feeling a little cold on the wooden surface seeing
as I am barefoot. Arrick adjusts his sweatpants and carries on eating, shaking his head at me with the
half-smile that sets his dimples off. Sighing heavily that his girl about gave him a boner without
intending too, with her foot because they were cold.
“Don’t ever be afraid to talk to me, tell me what you’re thinking and call me out on bullshit. We are no
different to how we were, only closer. I want us to be so much closer than we were.” He picks up his
ss of orange and takes a long drink, watching me carefully. Every mannerism controlled in his very
Arrick way. I stare at him fascination as he drinks his squash, at his Adam’s apple moving sexily in that
strong neck.
“That sounds … nice.” I answer, aware that he is a little too focused on me, eyes going straight back to
my bowl with a brow flicker as he puts his ss down.
For goodness sakes, stop obsessing, Arry!
“Eat, Sophie, for the love of God or I will literally spoon feed you.” Arrick looks at his watch and pushes
my bowl back at me in agitation after I eased it further out again; getting up now he has finished and
gives me that Carrero re. He is trying to exert a littlemand and failing. I shake my head at him
and meet a sigh of resignation.
“Okay, so we have all that agreed on … Anything else?” I pout, pulling over the bowl and take a
spoonful anyway, because now his sighing has me feeling shitty when all he wants is to take care of
me and his irritation is bing evident. I am pleasantly surprised that it actually tastes good and start
to dig in while he takes his bowl to the sink and rinses it. He looks up, sees me chewing and smiles
impulsively. Happy that he thinks he has some sway over me when really, I didn’t think I could handle
any more of his womanly whining.
“You tell me. Is there anything you want to talk about or set in stone?” He asks pointedly. I have to
admit it’s odd to see him standing washing dishes at five a.m. while dressed in gym clothes and looking
weirdly … domestic. And that brings a certain 1950s aspiring housewife to mind.
I ponder telling him to cut Natasha off once and for all, but hold my tongue, knowing that it is selfish
and pathetically insecure, and he already exined to me why he won’t. He won’t be impressed if I say
screw her father’s cancer and kick her to the sidewalk. The little brat voice in my head says I should
demand it with bells on and yet Miss. Mature. who’s trying to be a better person, tells me to keep it to
myself if I want this rtionship to go anywhere.
“I want to go out on proper dates.” I blurt out instead, not sure which part of my brain formted that
one when looking for an alternative to burning Natasha in hellfire. I guess I want to experience that with
him.
“Tell me where and we will. Or do you want me just to surprise you?” Arrick doesn’t even blink at my
request, mind on nning our life I guess, and it’s strangely reassuring to see him back like this. Back
to the guy who would drop a trip on me, jump at an idea and n everything I said on a whim. He
stopped being this guy when he was with her, like she sapped all the spontaneity out of him and forced
him into the quietne of life.
“The aquarium, and the zoo … I miss skiing with you, and maybe we could do that rock climbing thing
again in the sports ce you used to go to.” I lift my spoon and watch the contents pour back down into
the bowl, mesmerized by the way it sploshes in the milk before trying another spoonful and again being
surprised that it still tastes edible. I’m hungry enough to eat it now and decide I may not die if I allow
him to feed me one healthy breakfast. My parents make me eat this kind of crap from time to time so
might as well face it.
“So, you want me to take you everywhere we used to go and do the things we did before I moved out
here?” Heughs, eyeing the mess I am making and says nothing. I wonder if that little OCD part of his
brain is thinking about putting a bib on me and maybe feeding me himself next time.
“U-huh, except you know … you could throw in a lot of romance too. Maybe a candlelit pic at the zoo
or matching ski suits with ‘I love Sophie forever’ written on your hat!” I shrug and stuff a huge mouthful
in this time, crunching noisily even though some of it has gone soggy.
Still tastes edible!
“You don’t want much do you, baby?” He chuckles, tossing the dishcloth he is using to the side and
rolls his sleeves back down. It’s oddly sexy seeing him being a house husband. “Sure, we could do all
that and more.” Hees back to stand at his chair casually and watches me continue eating,
ungracefully. I wonder if eating like an untrained ape is sexy to him at all and judging by the frown on
his face right now, I guess not.
“I want Cheetos, Pepsi and a corn dog for dinner when Ie home from school tonight.” I add,
knowing fine well that after enduring this for my start to the day, I deserve a decent meal
later.