Ghost allergies

Charlotte's POV

I had just woken up from sleep, and Alex insisted that I cook something for him to eat.

He had asked me if I knew how to cook, and I said yes, but that's what I'm regretting now.

I really wanted to continue my sleep. It was his stares that had woken me up, and he had used that opportunity to request that I cook for him.

He had a maid in this Villa of his, but I wonder where they are. We were the only ones at home, and Ryder isn't back yet.

I had no option but to cook for him, and I'm nervous to know if he wouldn't reject what I cook for him.

I should have just said that I didn't know how to cook, and he would have let it slide.

It isn't as though I don't know how to cook at all. I'm a young lady who has spent a lot of time living with an Alpha. He always tells me to cook for him, and strangely, the first day I had cooked, which was the day after the night he defiled me, I was asked to cook for him, and luckily for me, he loved my cooking. That's the only thing that sav