Chapter 31 FRUIT CAKE AS DESSERT
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"But I want the dessert too," Andrew demands and for a moment I look at him in disbelief, why is he acting stubborn like a child? Is he doing this deliberately? I thought.
"I will prepare it, Sir, what you would like to eat?" Miss Celine asks him politely as she starts to clean the table.
"Why would you prepare, isn't it my wife putting effort for me?" Andrew's gaze falls on me, emotionless with a hint of coldness.
"I'll prepare the dessert, what would you like to eat?" I ask, keeping my voice polite and calm, the challenge and provocation in his voice are visible and I can tell that he is pissed again.
"I want an eggless fruit cake, And I seem to have a good appetite so the cake should be large." He orders and I gulp nervously, Fine, you want to make things hard for me, Fine, my dear husband I'll do it.
"No problem," I accept the challenge and he smirks evilly, "I want that before I go to bed."
"You will get it surely on time," I reply, it's past 7 and the bedtime is at 9 so it shouldn't be a problem.
During this whole scenario, Ann stays quiet.
I leave the table and walk back to the kitchen, I glance at my husband before entering the kitchen and see him whispering something to Ann.
Why is he whispering?
I shake my head and then wearing an apron, I start preparing the batter for the cake. I am definitely going to fulfill my husband's demand on time.
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COUGH… COUGH… COUGH…
"Oh no, it got burned…" I take out my cake, frowning badly, this is my third attempt at baking a cake, at the first attempt the cake gets too hard, at the second attempt it remains uncooked from the inside, and at the third attempt, it got burned.
Ahhh… I sigh exasperatedly.
I have never baked a cake in my life but I have helped my mother multiple times and during that period I rarely make any mistakes, so why now I am getting unsuccessful.
After all, it is just a cake…
I stomp my feet angrily as I throw the burnt cake in the dustbin, it joins the last two failed attempts cakes in the dustbin.
I sit on the chair, anxiety taking all over me, "Miss.." A voice comes over my shoulder and I tilt my head to look at Miss Celine who looks worriedly at my face. I smile sadly and couldn't help but shed a few tears in disappointment.
"I think, I am going to disappoint my husband tonight," I tell her in a choked voice and she sighs deeply, she walks away from me and comes back with a glass of water in her hand.
"Drink some water," She orders and I take a few sips of the water.
"Miss, it's just a cake… Don't think too much and let's try again." She encourages me and somehow I feel motivated by her words and gestures. She is right, it is just a cake, why am I getting so anxious about baking a cake. It's just a cake, yes.
My mind starts to ease as I start preparing the batter, again, this time very calmly and focused.
TING
The voice of the oven comes making my limbs numb for a moment, I walk heavily towards it and as I open it to check my cake, it looks great. I pick a toothpick and start inserting it inside to check if it is baked properly from the inside too.
Thankfully, the stick comes out dry, indicating that the cake has baked well from inside and out.
After the cake cools down I start assembling it. I cover the cake with multiple layers of frosting and then I decorate it with the fruits.
Finally, my cake is all done as I start to place the crockery in the trolley and taking off my apron, I smooth my hair and walk out with my cake in the trolley. I hope Andrew will like it.
It seems very childish to me that the first thing he has demanded from me after our marriage is an eggless cake-like really, he could have asked something else, something better than this.
Like what? A blow job? My inner voice interrupts as I slap myself inwardly, don't go there… Stop, I snap as my mind starts to go wild while thinking about Andrew's groin.
No…
KNOCK… KNOCK… KNOCK…
I knock at Andrew's door first and then enter after a while. As I push the trolley inside, my husband walks out with a towel around his waist, his body on the show and his hair still wet from the shower.
The water drops on his body like crystal beads and I am again lost in admiring him until he coughs and takes my attention. "Keep it there." He points at the corner and I nod my head subconsciously as I withdrew my gaze from his naked upper body and then push the trolley to the side.
I turn and my husband is back wearing a shirt and pajama, he sits on the bed and starts using his laptop, the water from his hair still dripping down making his shirt wet slightly.
Feeling uneasy at the dripping water's sight, I pick up the towel that just now he has thrown on the chair, and then I make an attempt to dry his hair.
He suddenly holds my wrist in a crushing grip, "What the hell are you doing?" he growls.
"I… I am just drying your hair." I tell him, scared.
His eyes look deadly at me and his jaw clenched too. He stares at me for a moment, "I am not asking for any right on you, I just want to help." I tell him gently and his gaze softens, he lets go of my hand and I wince from the pain from his grip.
I take it as yes as I start to dry his hair, I am fairly close to him, I don't think I was ever that close to my husband. As I put back his towel after drying his hair, he starts to move his neck tiredly, I walk again toward him, and then gathering courage, I touch his shoulders and he again stiffens.
"I can see you are in pain, I'll just massage your neck and then leave," I tell him softly and he nods his head. His gaze fixes on the laptop screen as I keep massaging his neck, his skin is warm under my touch and hard.
I could feel his nerve and my breath quickens as I smell his musky scent. He is too damn handsome, I sigh inwardly, I wish how would it feel to kiss his nerves and then suck on his skin.
F**k… I quickly snap myself out of my thoughts, stop drooling over your cold and estranged husband.
I peek at his laptop screen to divert my mind from the indecent thoughts, Andrew is looking at the designs for the jewels, but he seems unsatisfied with them.
He picks the color and starts painting it but the shades didn't seem to go well together.
He looks a little frustrated and using my designer mind, I bend and then point out cleverly, "This center jewel is too big, if we make it a little small and then fill the chain with Dresden green diamonds, it would make the center jewel shine immensely."
"But those Dresden Green Diamonds, where am I gonna find them?" He asks, clueless and I frown because a designer should always know about the originating place briefly.
"These green diamonds originated in the mines of India, we can import them from there." I tell him and he nods with relief, "We can think about this… You were majoring in jewel designs right?" Andrew tilts his head to me and I freeze.
Not because he mentioned my passion, but because his face is extremely closer to me now, I have bent down to point out the mistake and now my breasts are rubbing on his one shoulder.
Our breath starts to get heavy as we stare into each other eyes, my husband has such long lashes, and again I am mesmerized by his beauty, I stare at his thin lips that are partly open as he breathes through them.
I lick my lips, feeling hot all over, a different kind of excitement starts to surge inside me, He moves and I close my eyes in anticipation. My husband is going to kiss me, I feel overjoyed, overwhelmed, and frightened too.
Will he take me to the bed now?
A question pops inside my head but I shouldn't be worrying about these things instead I should enjoy our moment together, our first proper kiss.
I wait patiently for him to take the lead but nothing happened as the seconds passed by.
TICK… TOCK… TICK… TOCK…
I feel Andrew's palm on my hair caressing it and then at my cheek, my breath shallows and I lean into his hand feeling his warmth waiting for his lips to devour me, but nothing came instead I hear him chuckling the same chuckle that he used to mock me always.
"Haha… You don't act stupidly actually… You are very stupid, Tessy." He mocks me, and I quickly open my eyes, feeling insulted by his tone.
