All Chapters of Belonging to my Fiancé’s Dad: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DeclanI have no idea what I am doing!Why the fuck did I offer to cook when I don’t know how to cook? What am I supposed to do with all these ingredients lying in front of me?To make it worse, she is standing by the door, tiptoeing, watching the rubbish I am doing. I tried using my wide body to block her view, but it’s not working. She is bent on watching me cook.Fuck! I can’t even go through Google to check how to boil chicken broth…. Not while she is standing behind me.You know… Fuck it!“You don’t know that cook, do you, Mr Declan?” Her voice sent shivers down my spine, I could feel my hair raising off my skin, and my belly tightened. My throat bobbed and I turned to see this young girl, a beautiful girl, staring back at me with a teasing smile.A smirk plastered on her cheek, her eyes roaming all over my body before settling on the pot of… I can’t even call it soup… that would be an insult.“I…well… one thing I am bad at,” I mumbled, stepping away, wiping my hands off with the

DECLAN“Hey, Declan, I sent an attachment to your email. It's the pitch from Lia, I was hoping you'd get to see it before coming to the office and also the Ministers are here, I wanted to know when you’ll get here.” My partner and very good friend Josh muttered over the phone because there was a work emergency. The minister was meant to show up next week but apparently, there had been some rumors and it’s circulating and hurting the subjects and that needs to be checked immediately.But why does my mind keep going back to Maria, the way she looked at me after I told her I had an emergency and I had to run to work? She looked like a balloon that got deflated, her shoulders slimmed, her bright eyes dimmed and I know this is an exaggeration but I swear I felt her disappointment, her sadness.After that night when she told me just was no chef, it was half true, it was obvious, too obvious. I have seen hobbies and I have seen passion, love for something and that is what she has for cooking

DECLAN“Did you seriously refuse to go to dinner with Elle? As in Elle?” Josh asked, stunned, his eyes squinted as he searched my eyes while I drove.“I have nothing to say to you,” I grumbled, ignoring, my fist tightened on the wheel.“At least tell me why you refuse to eat dinner with her?” He was adamant.“I’m not hungry,”“And the sex with no strings attached?”“Not interested.”“Oh my goodness, who the hell are you?” He gasped.“Your friend, Declan who is tired of sleeping around with women… besides isn't that what you’ve been preaching since you married your wife? For me to stop fucking around and find a woman?” I didn't spare him a glance because he was going to read meaning into everything and push ever harder.“I did and have you found this woman?” He asked, his voice rather low and investigative.Have I found this woman? Have I?I declined sex and dinner at one of my favorite restaurants. After all, Maria was home all alone, because Maria would have made dinner and I can’t w

DECLANI wasn't sure how she would react if I told her I wanted us to go shop for interiors for her room so I just decided to take her.And the fear of her saying no, after we got there scared the shit out of me. But to my surprise, her eyes began to roam over the things in the room.“I love that color.” She pouted, running her hands through it and at that moment I got jealous of a fabric. The way her finger grazed the pattern, caressing the fabric, I wanted that finger on my skin.“I’d love this… my room has a wide window and I want a long curtain, and I want it to be beige and off white and oh that table lamp… it would look really nice by the bed.” She rambled on and on, picking what she wanted, she didn't even allow the lady to give her any ideas. It was as though she already had in mind what she wanted.“Declan?” Her soft voice reaching for me was so unexpected that I startled even though my eyes were already on her, even though I saw her turn and watched her eyes latch on me, eve

MariaHer jaw dropped, her eyes searched mine as we sat at the cafe. I picked up my cappuccino and sipped on it, trying not to lock eyes with her.“So you are living with a stranger?” She finally broke the silence.I nodded.“What does he do for a living?”“Uhm… I.. He goes to an office?”“What is the name of the company?”“Well.. I..uhm.”She pulled out her phone, “Give me his full name.”“Declan…”“Declan what?”“I.. I don’t know.”She gasped, slamming the phone on her desk. “Hmm, let's see. You met a sexy older man at the bar, you followed him home, you don’t know his full name, you don’t know where he works or what he does for a living, you don’t even have his number, I’m guessing, do you even know the address back to the house?” She was bombarded with a series of truths that stung like a bee.My throat bobbed and I leaned on my chair.“And you are falling for him?” That was a trap question, but I was too dumb to figure it out as my mind went back to Declan, the way he smiled, the