3.| He speaks

After a really long day of running around and scheduling things, Mr. Richardson finally decides to retreat home at 10 p.m.

"Would you like anything for dinner sir?" I ask as we walk out the building to the car.

We enter the car and he still hasn't answered me.

"Is there anything I can do for you before I retreat to my home?" I ask and simply looks at me and looks forward without a word.

Honestly I'm getting tired of this man's rude silence. What I really don't get is why does he look at me then turn to what he was busy with? It honestly is really annoying.

After a few minutes-traffic wasn't bad-we arrive at out apartment building.

We walk out and walk straight to the elevator in silence.

He presses the 81st floor and just as I'm about to press the 80th he stops me.

"No, your coming to my penthouse." He says and I narrow my eyes.

"Many I ask, why?" I say a little softly feeling a little scared.

"You asked if I wanted anything for dinner. I want you to cook me dinner, I'm tired of the chef's refrigerated foods." He says and I nod my head a little.

The elevator stops a few times with people entering and exiting, until we reach the last floor.

On the last floor, there is only three doors.

One on either side and a huge double-door at the end of the hallway.

We walk straight to the huge doors and he unlocks the doors with a pin code.

He opens the door to a very lovely and very huge penthouse.

Before I can even look around he calls me to his kitchen.

The kitchen is so HUGE. I've never seen one like this before. It has a beautiful black and white theme with the cabinet doors white and the counters black as well as the refrigerator. The island is black and white with white chairs.

He shrugs off his jacket and sits by the island.

"So what would you like? Heads up, I'm not a professional chef so I cant cook food that has funny names." I snort to myself.

I see him chuckle a little.

He leans forward, resting his forearms on the island.

"Before I cook, are you allergic to anything I should know off?" I ask.

"No, nothing." He says and I nod.

I turn to the fridge and take out beef straps with some chicken pieces.

I open and close a few cabinets until I find the spices.

I take out paprika, salt, vegetable salt and beef spice.

I also take out a cucumber, with all three different bell peppers and an onion.

I start cutting the beef straps into smaller pieces. When I've finally cut them, I turn the stove on and add a bit of oil before throwing the beef straps in the pan, adding some salt and beef spice to add flavor.

I boil the chicken pieces.

While the meat is on, I start boiling rice.

I turn to my veggies and start cutting them into small pieces. When all my veggies are cut I add another pan to the stove and start frying them, adding some veggie salt spice.

I let everything cook as the aroma of the food fills the kitchen.

Once I've rinsed and let the rice ripen, I turn off the stove.

I find a pantray and spill all the rice in there, along with the veggies and beef straps.

I let the chicken cool down a bit before cutting it into smaller pieces and adding it to the mix.

I stir everything up and add a little paprika to spice it up a bit before gratering some cheese on top and putting it in the oven.

While I wait for the cheese to melt in the oven, I start cleaning up the area I was cooking.

Once the counter and stove are clean and all the pots and pans are in the sink, I take out the food with oven-mits on.

I take out two plates and start dishing up.

I quickly make a green salad and add it on the side and hand Mr. Richardson this food.

He stands up and grabs two glass wines and a wine bootle and I grab his plate with mine as we walk to the dinning room.

We sit at a big table. He sits at the head stole and I sit next to him.

He opens the wines and pours each of us wine and hands me my glass.

"So this is chicken biryani. I added beef so you can say that it's chicken-beef brayan. It's not exactly chicken biryani because it's more of my own recipe." I say.

He takes a bite of his food and slightly widens his eyes.

"This is...good." He says and I smile slightly.

"Thank you." I say. I dig into my own food and crave for more with each bite.

We both end up finishing our food and I still haven't touched my wine.

"Don't you drink wine?" He asks.

"Not really. I've only drank it once." I admit.

"How old are you?" He asks curiously.

"Didn't your mother teach you never to ask a woman her age?" I chuckle.

Surprisingly he smiles with a small chuckle.

Damn. His smile is bright. His teeth are white and straight.

"Well, not exactly." He says.

"Well, because you are my boss I will let it slide. I am 24 years old. How old are you?" I say.

"I'm 29, I'll soon be turning thirty on the 20th of November." He says and I nod.

"May I ask something?" I say and he surprisingly nods.

"What happened between you and your wife, if that's not too personal."

"I'll tell you if you also tell me something that deep and personal." He says and I nod.

"We were college sweethearts. We met when we were both in our first year at the age of nineteen. When we turned twenty two, she fell pregnant from a drunk night we had. Luckily I was originally from a wealthy family, we could find a nanny or something to help raise the kid while we both go to school. At the age of twenty three I proposed and we got married the same year. It was honestly a really big wedding." He smiles to himself. "When I turned twenty five I graduated as a lawyer but my father passed away and I inherited his very successful logistics company. I quickly excelled as the C.E.O. and was able to provide for my family quite well. When we turned twenty six, Margret graduated as a doctor. She started off her job as an official doctor and found the doctors more attractive or sexually attractive than me." He sighs sounding sad. "One time, I was on a business trip and came back home early because, we managed to finish the meetings earlier. I walk into the house and hear weird noises and decide to follow them and they lead to our bedroom. I found her sleeping with my best friend that took the same major as her." My eyes widen in shock.

"Wow, I-I- I'm so sorry." I say.

"No it's okay, it's in the past now. Now tell me your deep and personal experience." He says.

I look at the wine and finally take a sip.

"Oh this is good." I say taking another and he looks at me lifting one eyebrow.

"Okay. This is a really deep one." I release a long-held deep breath.

"So this was when I was in high school. As you know I'm from South Africa. I went to school at a boarding school in a different state. I was in my senior year that year and I still had never had a boyfriend or a first kiss." I chuckle to myself." So I had a crush on this one guy and this one day he asked me out and I said yes because I thought that it was my last year in high school so why not." I rumble. "We started dating, going on dates. We had our first kiss and all until one night."

"I met his parents and so he's like 'let's go to a hotel to enjoy ourselves' and I said yes out of stupidity.

We arrive at the five star hotel and we binge watch a couple of movies we start making out. He starts kissing my neck and taking off my shirt and I stop him. I look at him in the eyes and tell him that I don't want to do it. I'm wasn't ready. He then tells me that there's no such and that we'd been dating for almost the whole year. One this leads to another and next this I know, he hits me, knocking me out to be unconscious. The next morning I wake up-" A tear descends from my eye. "I wake up and see blood all over the sheets. I feel a burning pain come from my sex and that's when I realise that he raped me." Another tear slides down my face and I sniffle.

"I'm so sorry." He reaches out for my hand.

"No woman should ever have to go through that honestly." He says seeming a bit angered.

"Thank you." I say.

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