This Kitchen Is Not The Same Without You Novels & Stories

Uneasy is not a tone I have often. Lucy’s eyes find mine. Her wide smile could thaw even the most frozen of hearts—including mine. “Of course,” she answers, her voice breathless. She pulls her eyes from mine as she looks around the kitchen. She runs her hands along the quartz countertop, her bright smile never once leaving her lips. “I don’t even have words. Cal, this kitchen is stunning.” I try to ignore the way my chest constricts ever so slightly at the way she says my name. “It should have everything you need. If you happen to find something it’s missing, just purchase it with the card you were given.”

He stared at the champagne bottle on the table, his fingers tapping restlessly against the armrest. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He stood abruptly, the movement drawing Erick’s brief glance, and strode toward the kitchen. His shoes clicked against the marble floor, matching the beat of his pulse. Inside the kitchen, the air was thick with the aroma of tomato sauce, garlic, and something buttery. Chef Antonio, tall and broad-shouldered with dark curls tucked under his white cap, stood close to Anna. Too close. Anna leaned against the counter, laughing as Antonio lifted a spoonful of sauce toward her lips. “I told you, you’d ask for more,” the chef teased, his accent smooth and heavy.

Of course. He nodded once. “Just don’t make it complicated.” “I won’t.” “Good.” Silence settled again. I crossed my arms. “You’re going to regret this.” “I already do.” I almost smiled. Didn’t. — The kitchen felt colder than the rest of the place. Too neat. Too untouched. Like no one really lived there. I opened a cabinet. Empty. Another. Also empty. “Do you eat?” I asked. “Sometimes.” “That’s not an answer.”

I smiled back while following him to his kitchen. “You know, I just realized, my kitchen is still nicer, brother,” Frankie said to Luca as we stepped around the corner. “Wow, he might not be wrong here, boss.” I laughed when Corey’s mouth dropped at the marble counters, black marble backsplash, and all the matching appliances one could think of. “I say it’s a tie, even though you do have more matching appliances than Luca.” I smiled, looking at Luca, “The only thing he has that makes his kitchen better is,”

Its black metal grates rise above the surface of the stove, and fire leaps underneath at the turn of a knob. Pan. Heat. I stare down at the eggs, little brown orbs neatly nestled in the gray carton. The other maids are gone now. The only person left in the kitchen besides me is the grouchy lady, and no way am I going to ask her for help. My eyes dart to the knife block, which is in easy reach. Would she notice one missing? Do I even have a chance if I rush out of here with it? I’d most likely have a better chance at stabbing myself than someone else.

He has a tall slim frame and very cheesy smile with wandering eyes as I approach behind Jake, still being pulled by that possessive hand. “It’s a blank canvas to put your stamp on.” The man beams at us, leading the way through the white marble, neutrally painted hall, identical to Sylvana’s, to a modern black granite kitchen with white units and steel appliances. He sweeps an arm around the expanse as though encouraging us to look around.

I start slicing up the vegetables and heating up the hummus in the microwave. As I wait for the hummus to warm up, I glance around the kitchen again. It's a spacious and well-lit room, perfect for cooking and entertaining. I love the open layout, which allows the owner to interact with guests while I'm preparing meals. What the hell am I doing? I hated myself for this, but I couldn't help it. I wish to afford a luxury life myself, but it seems my efforts could only get me a three-square meal at most.

"You must be Jade. I'm Larry White, and this is my lovely wife, Adrianne." I shake their hands and greet them, "Nice to meet you both. Your home is astonishing." "Thank you. Please, let's go into the kitchen." Larry leads, saying. The kitchen has mahogany wood floors, cabinets, a mahogany refrigerator, and marble counters. "I refuse to change this kitchen," I smile. "Oh no! This is my pride and joy!" Adrianne grins.

Damion It felt weird and good to be back in the kitchen of the farmhouse. The kitchen was outdated and nothing like the upscale kitchen I had in my apartment back in New York, but it didn’t matter. It was functional and had a homey touch, something that was missing in the icy gray and black modern kitchen. I flipped the pancake in the pan, quietly humming a song I didn’t know the name of.

And now my body is reminding me that eating is an essential part of living. I make my way through our new home. It's beautiful! And he said he hasn't brought another woman here? That is even better! There aren't really a lot of homey touches... But then again, it's Gabe. He's never been into interior design like I was. I could do a million things with a place like this... I'm kinda hoping Gabe will let me. We could make this house a home. I finally make it to the kitchen and grab an apple from a basket placed in the center of the kitchen table. The kitchen is huge and modern. All stainless steel and marble counters.