Pierre Kinsey’s Point of View
I know there’s a lot on Cecilia’s plate already, but I still can’t help but wonder if she wonders about my feelings towards her and the motivation I got for coming here when I strongly opposed to not going when she was asking me to.
If she’s not asking then it’s probably not important to dwell on right now. She’s known to be forward. If she wants to know something, she will ask.
But that aside, I am a bit glad that she is fine. As soon as I saw the text message from my brother saying he did something that would expose my secret, I could not help but run and drive all the way here. I do not wish for Cecilia to be burdened by that matter anymore.
I moved a little to glance over from below the hotel bed. She must have conflicting ideas right now. Although, for sure she is annoyed at me more than ever. I let out a soft sigh before laying myself back down on the bed.
“I’ll make sure to assist you with the best of my abilities, Cecilia.”
I’ll start by becoming the best husband… even if just pretend. I couldn’t wait to live with Cecilia starting tomorrow.
I start forming a small smile at the thought as I eventually let my eyelids fall to sleep.
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Cecilia Scarlette Locke’s Point of View
“Are you sure you’re all packed up?” Kinsey asked. It was an early morning, but Kinsey and I are already up and about. We needed to wake up early if we want to finish this moving in and settling down as soon as possible. The clock is ticking and time is waiting for no one, even if you’re the daughter of the president whatsoever.
“Yes. Yes. I’ve checked my belongings thrice already.” I replied. I still had my reservations about living with Kinsey. And it is not for the reason of a guy and a girl living together means something, or the fact that I still have to wonder why he is offering me to live with him when he clearly dislikes the idea, seeming he doesn’t want to get married to me. Clearly, our relationship is platonic, but my worries lie in the fact that he might be caught up with my crumbling life.
“Sorry. Let me carry your things, and then we could check out.” He said in a rather suspicious enthusiastic tone for a guy that would be stuck with a girl he very much so dislikes. If I didn’t know better, it’s just his nature to be kind and giving overall. If an angel would materialize in this world, then it is definitely Kinsey in the flesh.
I must refrain from acting all too familiar and not make things uncomfortable with him as an act of consideration and gratitude. That’s the least I could. It’s not like I need him to fall in love with me of some sort.
Fall in love, huh?
How could I give what I do not have to begin with? No wonder I failed in trying to get him here my way.
…
“You like it?” Kinsey looked at me with that question as I continued looking around the place. For something he had prepared overnight, these exceeded my expectations.
It was a white spacious duplex complemented by wood here and there. It sends the ambiance of a much appreciated relaxing and homey vibe.
As soon as you entered the door, the living room would welcome you with a large white cushion facing towards the humongous flatscreen television. It is situated over a wooden table. With that, you could also get the whole view of the duplex. The kitchen and the small dining with four chairs with the same wood type and whitish color. The view from outside through the big glass windows pleases me as well. And then there’s the bathroom with a varnished wooden door that acts as if an accent wall to give the dining area a subtle and yet marvelous highlight.
And from where you are standing was the pale staircase that partways into the top leading to the separate rooms. The main stairway was hidden from an accent wall in the living room. The main bedroom has a veranda on its own on the second floor while the other one is just as is.
Meanwhile, the lights on the ceiling are minimalist spotted in a straight line through the ligneous ceiling. It gives off an orangey yet not that hard on the eyes light. It’s not blinding nor that dim at all.
“I like it.” I smile widely as I look up at Kinsey. Even if Kinsey and I live in the same space, we still have private areas that we could both dwell on.
“So, I’ll take that you’ll be getting the room with the living room connected unto it? The view there is great too.” He said with a smile as he motioned for the agent that we will be taking it.
“Oh? No. No. No. I am okay with the much smaller one. It’s perfect for me, and I prefer a much darker place.” I answered.
Kinsey gave me a look as if he was in doubt, but it was true. A bigger and a view seems to be the obvious choice, but I could see that same view downstairs. I think the view would just distract me from doing actual work.
“Sure? You do not have to be shy about it.” He said.
I raised a brow at him, but with a smile still present on my face. “I appreciate the courtesy and all, but if you still know me as I am, I always try to get what I want as soon as I possibly can, and this time, it is not the grand one.” I chuckled.
Kinsey shook his head with a light smile cracking against his lips as well. “Whatever you say. You’re the boss.” He gave me a playful salutation before taking the contract and placing in his signature. “You gotta sign here as well.”
I let out a small sigh once the agent left. “Ahhh. I’m so glad that’s finally settled.” I stretched a little as I plopped over at the huge couch. I felt Kinsey throw himself from beside me.
“Oh? This is much comfortable than I have expected. I can’t help but look forward to trying the master’s bed next!” He chuckled until he noticed my gaze on him. “Hmmm? Is there something that matters?”
“You should’ve named it as yours, and I could’ve paid rent, you know.” I said seriously. The guy just gave me a grin.
“What do you mean? We bought it together. It’s ours.” He said without a care in the world. “I thought you liked it.”
“I do, but you know-”
“You’re stuck with me, Cecilia. And although I am not the son that would inherit a multibillion company, I at least want to make sure you live comfortably under my watch.” He said with a wink.
My face undeniably heats up. “Y-you… What are you even talking about?” That’s definitely not what I was concerned about.
Kinsey laughs before sitting up properly and shaking his head. “Just go along with it. Right now, you’re not the Scarlette Locke that is expected to overturn the world with your family’s institution. Right now, you’re Cecilia. You’ve just left to be on your own, so as much as I am concerned, you could practically do the hell you want without the burden of being dictated.”
“Kinsey… but if you say it like that.”
“If you dislike it so much, then maybe you shouldn’t return back to your workplace and do the next thing you’ve always wanted best.” Kinsey suggested.
I look at him blankly. It’s as if he is saying it’s that easy. I couldn’t even react when he messed my hair a little. “Think about it. I mean, you’ve already come all the way here. What is there for you to lose?” He smiles before standing himself up. “Let me just cook lunch.”
I quickly stand and try to catch up to him. It’s not like the kitchen was that too far away, to begin with. “W-wait! Let me help!” I said. When Kinsey gave me a look as if he was going to shoo me away, I made face. “I need to at least learn if I want to live in with you properly. I can’t always have you do the cooking.”
His face then lights up for an unknown reason. “Well, if that’s the case then it’s my pleasure to be working on with you.”
I hit his arm lightly. “Shut it. Don’t make a big fuss about it.” I said as I walked past him and looked over at the counter. “What are we making?” I asked.
“Turn around first.”
“Hmm?” I felt Kinsey grab me by my waist to make me face him.
“I’ve said turn around, and I’ll tell you.” He chuckles. There was no time for me to rebuttal as well. Kinsey was fast enough to tie an apron around me like he was gift-wrapping a present altogether.
“What are you doing?” I questioned.
“Tying your apron.” He answered simply.
I turn back around to face him. “I know, but why are you doing so?” I asked. “ I could do it myself.”
Kinsey smiles as he straightens the apron by its hem. “I know you wouldn’t want to wear it, but since you’re my sous chef for today, you should.” He answered with all finality.
I puff air as I look over at the apron tied around my body. “It has a print ‘Kiss the cook?!’ ” I exclaimed before looking back at him.
Kinsey returns his gaze over me with an innocent look as if he doesn’t know what’s so wrong about it. “What? It’s the only apron I had.” He defended himself, clearly trying to stifle laughter. “I-it looks good on you, the color I mean. If you do not want the design then we could buy another after we completely move in, kay? For now, wear it. You need protection.”
I made face before glancing back over to the print and shaking my head. “Just tell me what I am supposed to do.” I said, feeling myself frown a little.
“Ahhh? Are you pouting now, Miss Scarlette?”
“I am not!”
Kinsey laughs a little. “It’s been a while since I last saw that.”
“I said I am not!” I protested.
Kinsey walked over to me and handed me a knife. “You know how to cut and peel garlic?” He asked.
I glanced over at the knife before me before nodding. “Of course, I am.” I said adamantly.
“Just be careful with it, okay? Have the onions to slice as well.” Kinsey said. He motioned for me to get into the part of the counter where he had prepared the cutting board, garlic, and onions.
I smile. “Okay. Count on me to do it perfectly.” I said, a little bit excited at the thought of it. For a lady that hasn’t been in the kitchen frequently, I take the place as a wonderland like as if I am Alice that has been driven all the way down due to curiosity.
