7. Too Cool For That.

Bruce's POV

I drowned myself with as much work as possible. I didn't even want to think about what was going on in my life at this moment. But it was so fucking difficult to concentrate on an empty stomach and a broken heart.

The departure of Starla had forced me to look at my mess or should I say marriage.I knew I couldn't keep avoiding that gold digger forever but I had to try. I just had to.

Starla was still fresh in my memory and the fact that she broke up with me enabled me to extend my anger to.. her as well. I didn't mind, it was her fault anyways

Whenever I saw her I just felt this resentment within me. If she didn't show up, Starla and I would have still been together!

Why didn't she ever back off earlier? Especially when I was so cold and rude! She was definitely in for my money.

I had a brief memory about looking into a pair of mesmerising honey like doe eyes. I tried to remember more but I just couldn't. Did I hook up with someone?

My stomach kept on growling in hunger as I sat on my chair in my office, starving. To make matters worse, my headache had increased. All because of my stupid mistake.

Just because I felt like hurting her, I told her all untrue stuff about her food. Honestly I wanted to attack the food but I felt it would have her somewhat victorious.

I couldn't be living like this.

Maybe I should just accept her food and nothing else!

Okay fine. Food and nothing else. Absolutely nothing else. Her voice was so small, high pitched and I hated to admit, sweet.

I remember telling her not to talk to me but her silence was irking.

To stop my thoughts, I took my phone out and went through my contacts. I wished I had her number. I would have called her and asked her to cook something for me. But I couldn't and wouldn't do that.

No. I was too cool for that.

***

I parked the car in the garage and pulled out my tired, hungry body. I opened the automatic door and went up the stairs to the floor we were on.

Immediately the aroma of the food went through me, my stomach growled louder and my pride had temporarily disappeared. I followed the aroma which led me to the kitchen as I nearly bumped into Goldie who immediately stepped back.

She quickly tightened her night gown around her as though she was hiding something and I raised a brow. She looked up at me and quickly lowered her head.

"Make dinner for me." I ordered.

"No." I heard her mutter.

"Did you just say no?" I challenged taking a step. She shook her head still not looking at me. She turned to leave right after but my hand moved to quickly grab her palm.

Damn they were so soft! One could easily break her bones.

I squeezed it a bit and she gasped and pulling her hand out of my grip, clenching and unclenching her fists. She looked at me from my chest to the ground and went to the kitchen.

I went to my room to freshen up. During my shower, my empty stomach was pestering me as I guessed what I was gonna eat tonight.

After that, I wore a pair of dark blue sweatpants, left the room and marched straight to the dining hall.

She was at the head table, arranging the food. I walked closer to her and she went back still dishing out the food.

I looked down at her and knew she could feel me looking at her. I took another step to her, purposely invading her personal space and she gasped, turning her back to the wall with her chest heaving at our closeness.

Her cheeks turned red. Her cat-like brown eyes eyed my chest downwards my body and her cheeks shaded more redder.

There were a few inches between us and I took a step forward and her breath hitched.

"Move bitch." I said and she swayed to her left and walked away and I slightly smirked sitting down.

I ate the food slowly because I wanted to relish the French fries with black pepper sauce and chicken. The fries were so crispy and the chicken was well spiced.

I finished up, drank some water and got up to leave for my desk. I turned on my laptop and typed down some presentations for next week at work.

Goldie came into the room and walked over to the vanity table when I was halfway done with the presentation. The room was dark as she started to remove the nightgown.

I clenched my jaw and looked back at my laptop to concentrate. My head turned to look at her again and much to my disappointment, she wasn't there.

***

Since today was a weekend, I decided to sleep as much as possible. I rolled myself up and continued to sleep.

But it was difficult because the sweet scent of perfume was clouding my mind. I stretched my body and yawned

deeply.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. During that, I looked into the laundry basket and saw the nightgown she was wearing yesterday. I also saw another piece of peach coloured fabric beneath the gown.

I took it out and spotted a negligee in the basket. I took out the silk garment and gulped at the way it was minimal and translucent. So this was what she was hiding..

And what the fuck was I doing?

As much as I tried, my mind was urging me to imagine her walking in front of me dressed like that.

Fuck no! I shouldn't be thinking this way, especially about..her.

I turned to the shower and quickly hopped in, taking a bath. After that, I dried up and wore a pair of denim black jeans and a black t-shirt and went to the dining hall. I could hear her voice because she was on the phone.

"Moma but why?" She whined and I finally saw her. I froze a bit and for the past minutes, my eyes were just zeroed on her.

My throat parched as I looked at her from her pale skinned legs upwards to the middle of her thighs which was blocked with a pair of red denim shorts with a hot pink top with thin straps.

Fuck.

She sighed and found me looking at her and she went more pale as I looked at her bare legs again. She went into the kitchen quickly and I just stood where I was, still in a bit of shock.

Wait..

Was she trying to seduce me? What the hell?

Because the view was so..enticing. Damnit!

She peeped into the dining room and she quickly went back when she made eye contact. I immediately went to the kitchen and strode slowly towards her and she wobbled back.

"You're..you're awake." She muttered.

"Um..your..meal.." She said and I growled when she was about to bypass me. I gripped her arms and dragged her to my front and I groaned inwardly at how super soft her skin was. How was this possible?

She gasped slightly when I slightly squeezed her arms and I felt my eyes going wide