Kai lived in one of the richest districts in Sacramento. This place was much nicer than the small studio apartment I had been living in before I ran away to Blue’s, but I found myself missing my place.
I missed being surrounded by my own things, but it was as I’d told Kai.
My family were not good people.
I glanced into the kitchen. I considered myself a pretty good cook. Despite my unhealthy relationship with food, I loved cooking. I loved learning new things to make, and I especially loved it when other people enjoyed the meals I made for them.
Especially Blue.
Would Kai love my cooking as well?
I didn’t eat much breakfast that morning. Kai had been watching me, and I couldn’t bring myself to finish everything on my plate. Not when my mom’s words kept slamming around inside my brain. Not when Kai looked like a god, and I looked like…
Well, me.
But now I was hungry.
I went to the kitchen and opened his fridge.
I was surprised it was well stocked, though I probably shouldn’t be. Kai was so…controlledin everything he did, in the bedroom and out. I doubted he didn’t want control over what he put into his body.
I perused the food he had available. There were enough ingredients for a lasagna dinner.
A flutter of excitement came on as I thought about cooking something for him—and I would have something to do while I waited for him.
My mind made up, I pulled out all the ingredients I needed.
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I hummedalong to a song that had been stuck in my head as I took the lasagna out of the oven, my stomach rumbling over the smell.
I ignored Mom’s voice in my head, asking me if I knew how many calories would be in the dish.
I shook my head.
It didn’t matter. I had a small breakfast and no lunch.
It was still too early for dinner, but perhaps I could cut off a small portion for myself as I waited for Kai to get home.
He had texted earlier, saying he would be a little later than expected, but I was to make myself feel at home.
As if that could happen, but cooking had provided a pretty good distraction.
I also made bread from scratch and baked an apple pie. I planned on leaving both with him when I leave tonight.
I was in my happy place.
I set the lasagna down near the stove to cool and went to the cupboards to set out a couple of ceramic plates.
“What are you doing?”
I jumped in surprise at the voice behind me, the plates falling from my hand and crashing down on the floor by my feet.
One plate banged against my little toe when it broke.
“Fuck!” Kai shouted.
He wasn’t angry at me—or, at least, I thought by the tone of his voice that he wasn’t. But it was hard to tell, and when he yelled like that, I—fuck.
