Chapter 46

Chandria’s POV

“Baby!” I hugged him when I entered his condo.

He is topless, and I am happy because I finally stepped into his condo. Unlike before, I am waiting for him outside. He never let me in or asked me if I needed water.

I kissed him on his left cheek, and he didn’t refuse or move; he let me kiss him, making me happy. He is improving our relationship. Soon he will be mine for real.

“Tsk!” He entered the kitchen. I followed him there.

“Do you know how to cook?” he frowned while looking at me.

“I need someone to cook for me today, and I am lazy to do this.” He looks at the ingredients he prepared.

I smile widely at him.

“I can take care of it. You called the right person because I know how to cook.” I proudly said to him while still smiling wide.

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“Make it fast,” he demanded and left me.

I started to, and I was smiling widely. I need to make this the most delicious for today.

To get a man's love is through the stomach. I am glad that I am studying how to cook.

Keran needs a wife, and I am suitable for that position. I will treat him like a king.

“Wait, am I going to cook?” I asked myself while looking at these ingredients.

“Keran, what should I cook?!” I yelled at Keran; maybe he was answering emails or playing games in the living room.

“Sinigang! Make it delicious, or else I’ll kick you out of here!” He yelled so I could hear him.

This is easy, quick, and easy. Sis, youtube is here and won’t embarrass me.

Just like what I said, I enjoy cooking, and I smile widely and giggle; in that situation, Keran entered the kitchen and suddenly hugged me from behind. I stilled.

He is smelling my hair. I took a bath three times before going here. I made sure that I smelled vanilla.

“You should make your hair longer,” he commented, dipping his face into my neck.

Do I still smell good? I am getting conscious of my Boyd smell.

Shit! Keran is being clingy and sweet.

Wait, he smells alcohol. Did he drink a while ago? Why did he drink? Did he have a problem?

But I hope he will be like this every day, or maybe I need to make him drunk to act like this. He is not that mean to me. He just doesn’t have sweetness in his body.

“Long hair turns me on.”

I bit my lower lip hard. I want to pee because Keran’s voice is so deep and husky; it makes me uneasy.

His voice is too manly.

I didn’t move because he was still hugging me and hugged me so tight. I hope every day is like this.

“Okay, I won’t cut it anymore.” My hair length is up to the shoulder; this is not too short for me.

I want to savor this moment, but I need to cook; I don’t want him to wait longer and feel hungry.

“Wait, let me cook first.” I remove his hands from my body.

He groaned and frowned, sitting in the chair that he pulled.

“How many minutes does it takes?” I irritatedly asked. He has a resemblance to Kyle.

“Wait, okay? Preparing foods and cooking can’t make this fast. I will make it fast if you don’t want to eat a delicious meal.” I jokingly rolled my eyes at him.

“Tsk!”

I made sure that this was delicious. When it was done, I prepared the table and served the King. He is patiently waiting for me to finish cooking.

We eat in silence. Keran didn’t comment anything on my cooking skills. Youtube, this would be your fault if my husband didn’t cook.

“Can you wait for me here? I’ll just go to meet someone near here.” He said and combed his hair using his hand fingers.

I nodded at him as an answer.

“You can watch educational videos; you will know what to do next.” He added before he left the condo.

What educational videos is he talking about?

There’s a miracle today. Keran became kind.

I waited for him for almost an hour and didn’t feel bored because I was enjoying what I was watching.

When he came back, he brought food with him.

“I don’t know what you like, and I just bought whatever I think that you might like,” he explained and removed the foods in those plastics.

“You are sweet today!” I happily commented.

He rarely becomes sweet; Keran's body is full of bitterness and sourness.

He put his cell phone on the center table and removed his tops; I am not used to him pulling his tops. I am not comfortable.

He sat beside me and joined me in watching.

“You know what? Wear your shirt. You might catch a cold. It’s cold.”

My voice is full of concern towards him. I can’t feel comfortable because he is showing his upper body to me for free.

His abs are forming.

He grins when he catches me looking at his body.

“It’s so hot.” His grin is still plaster on his thin red lips.

It’s not hot; it’s actually cold.

I get his shirt that he throws on the sofa and give it to him. He looked at it before me.

“It’s so hot, Chandria.” He complains and sits comfortably

I raised my eyebrow at him, and I made him wear it.

“I know you have a good boy, but you need to wear this; I am concerned. You might catch a cold.”

“Tsk!” He helps me.

When I sat beside him, he suddenly pulled me near him. Our bodies were too close, and he put his left arm on my shoulder.

I giggled in my mind.

He looks at me before returning his gaze to the TV screen.

I am not used to his action, and I don’t know why he invited me to his condo; I know he never wanted to get near me.

“Would you mind if I touch you?” he asked sincerely.

I felt the hair in my body rose when his fingers started to move up and down my shoulder. It sends an electric feel to my body.

I slowly nodded at him.

I am looking at him while he is at the front, but I know he is seeing me in his peripheral vision.

He resembles his siblings; they all look like each other. Their nose is well built, and they have big ears.

They said, when a human has big ears, he will live longer.

Kyle and Keran are curly hair. Kieran's hair color is dark brown, and the siblings have different hairstyles.

He suddenly looks at me, and I look away.

He made me look at him using his hand, and he was staring thoughtfully at me while I was trying to avoid his gaze.

He kissed me on my neck. I swallowed hard.

I close my eyes intensely. I feel electricity every time Keran's lips touch my skin. His lips are so soft and look yummy.

I give Keran access and remove my tops; he is too fast.

“Keran…” I shyly called his name. He followed to remove my other tops and kissed me there freely. This may look awkward to me.

“They’re big.” He said while kissing one of them, and I felt his other hand on my left breast. Here is the feeling that he made feel insane.

He’s so aggressive. He lifted me up and carried me to his room.

He removes his tops. If I know I shouldn’t let him wear that again, we made ourselves by putting on his shirt a while ago.

I let him do whatever he wants in my body.

I slightly pulled his hair when his kiss was getting down there.

What is he gonna do again?

He did it again. He inserted his finger into me.

Everything happened so fast, and I didn’t understand much about what he was doing to me, but I had a little idea.

We are now inside the CR, and he inserted the bidet on my hole while there’s water dripping. He is torturing me in pleasure. I saw desire and contentment in his eyes.

We are both naked.

Keran has never been kind to me when it comes to this matter.

He made his thing. He’s tutoring and hurting me in this matter, but I like it. He never kissed me on my lips, but he touched me everywhere.

He taught me how to pleasure him. He’s tutoring me.

“Keran…” I called his name in begging.

It hurts.

What hurts?

I don’t know how to explain the pain I am feeling today. I think that my heart is being torn a million times, and my chest is tightening. This so hurts. It hurts a lot.

How big is my sin for him to endure not talking to me?

I can’t take it anymore.

I never dreamt of having a perfect partner but him; he is ideal in my life.

Kiki…

I miss you so much.

I can’t function well and think straight because we are not yet okay. I am getting near to Kiki, but he is distancing himself. Too close yet too far. He is avoiding me, isn’t he tired? He is so overacting and acting childish.

It’s been a week since we were not okay, and this is just nothing on him, so our relationship. In short, he doesn't care at all.

I tried to understand him and give him days to think and reflect. I know he feels hurt, but he shouldn’t treat me like this; it breaks in part. He is unfair. I feel like dying each day passed that we are not okay. I already bow down; what does he want me to do so he will talk at me?

He's my life and my world.

"Kiki…" I called his name in a weakly way.

I don’t know what I am going to do anymore. I am dying in pain.