Sexy, Seductive, and Sultry

“How pathetic. How dare you ask me to wear clothes meant for strippers?!. You do know who I am right! I want yours” She retorted and he gawked.

“You want mine? Should I count myself as being lucky? I feel regretful, calling the president seems like the best idea now”

“Please, can I wear your clothes?” She pleaded with difficulty.

“Fine… hmmm but you’ll have to pay £1, 000, 000”

“Why would I do that? Pay such an outrageous amount for your old faded clothes, you’re a thief and you’re trying to extort money from me” She countered and he laughed.

“How about I drive you to a hotel and hand you over to someone else, you’ll be lucky to get released without paying any ransom”

“But.. but.. but”

“I’m poor, I need money to get rich and also get more strippers” He taunted.

“Why do you like strippers? are they better than other girls?. Strippers are the cheapest you could afford I guess”

“You see, yes. Strippers are sexier, great lovers and also they drive you insane” He whispered into her ear and opened the room.

She stared at the large room, walked to his closet and moaned lowly at the masculine scent that greeted her nostrils.

“So masculine” She thought as she ran her hand through his clothes.

She stared at his shirt and smiled as a thought formed in her head.

“He thinks strippers are better, I’ll make him swallow his words” She thought with a smirk.

She stripped off her clothes, loosed her hair and let it fall to her sides, picked an orange shirt and wore it, making sure she wore nothing underneath, she stared at the vanity and left with a satisfied look.

“What are we having for dinner?” She demanded, using one hand to flip her hair while the other held her clothes.

“W.. wh… di… dinner.. We, anything” He replied, standing as he used his hand to scratch his head while she smiled. His eyes ran from her thighs to her waist then her breasts and rested on her perky nipples.

“Why did you wear my top? Couldn’t you find a pant to go with it, I’ll help you get one now”

“No, I like it this way. Your house isn’t well ventilated so wearing only a top is healthy for my body” She answered and his eyes darted to her thighs, he licked his lips slightly and shook his head.

“Why would you stare at me that way? you’re a pervert and I’ll get you arrested” She threatened and he smiled boyishly.

“Why wouldn’t I stare, you’re doing something terrible to my top, I’ll have to remind myself to burn it later” He replied.

“You’re rude and ungrateful. Do you know how many boys would kill just to have me touch their top but I’m wearing yours and you’re acting rude? This top doesn’t look good, it’s in terrible fashion. Who wears these in the 21ST century?” She ranted and he laughed.

“My hands are dying to grab the phone and make a call. I’ll go burn those clothes. One more word and it’s me president you’ll see” He informed collecting the clothes from her and she hissed.

He went out and lit them on fire, wishing that it wouldn’t attract his neighbors.

He walked inside and couldn’t find her.

“Isabella!” He yelled as he searched all the rooms.

“He’s so annoying,” She muttered as she took the bread.

“Why couldn’t you respond, I was worried” He asked as he walked inside and found her.

“Worried? Why am I not important so why?”

“I was worried because you’re my ticket to a million bucks. If I lost that amount how would I cope?”

“I haven’t agreed to pay that money” She countered.

“I have my phone with me and rather than earn a million bucks from you or the president, I’ll give pictures and the whole truth to a reporter and earn close to 2 million. All I need is to cook up a nice story and submit the CCTV camera footage. I might just tell them you want me and follow me home” He suggested and she threw the bread at him furiously.

“How dare you! I’ll make you rot in jail. I have standards and you’re below them!” She ranted, throwing spoons at him, he walked towards her, dodging the spoons.

He held her hand, turned her to face him and drew her into his arms as she was about to take the knife from the hanger.

“Easy princess, you’re stripping already and I hate to burst your bubble but it ain’t doing nothing to me, just ruining my day” He whispered into her ear and she looked at her cloth which had curled up.

Embarrassed, she pushed him and tried to draw it but he held her hand.

“Don’t give me this shit. Even naked, you can’t make me hard” He mocked and released her hand.

“Never would I plan to seduce such an ugly and arrogant person like you, I’ll rather dance for a horse”

“Yea, argue with your conscience. Who would have thought the president’s daughter could enter the kitchen, what are you making?”

“Just shut up” She retorted, taking another piece of bread and he began picking up the utensils while she made toast.

He walked out and she took a mug and made coffee, smiling with satisfaction.

“Have you started cooking because I can’t smell any aroma?”

“I’m done already and out of goodwill, I made you some toasts” She replied, trying not to use her fingers on his eyes.

“Wow, I feel so honored. What would the citizens say? Won’t I be jailed for turning you into my maid? Or is it community service?” He mocked with a bow and she clutched the fork tightly.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Woah! You’re the insane type, would you stab me if I reject it?. Fine I’ll eat”

He checked the cabin and was surprised to see 2 pieces of half-burnt bread.

“Cool, I only deserve just two pieces of burnt toast right? It’s funny that you spent time making this” He inquired mockingly.

“I didn’t learn how to make toast so I could feed a glutton” She replied icily.

“Either your teacher did a terrible job or wasted her efforts, this is worse than chicken poop” He insulted.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re only good at dolling yourself up, being rude, insulting your father’s officials and running away” He replied coldly and dumped the toast in the trash can.

“If you weren’t here, I’d have ordered for a sexy cook. You ain’t sexy, you’re not a good cook, you have a terrible tongue. Damn do you have any talent or skills” He mocked and she left angrily.

“Great, I’m stuck with her till God knows when, I’ll have to keep my distance” He thought as he brought out vegetables from the fridge.

He chopped the vegetables and put a pan in the cooker. He added oil and waited for some minutes before adding the vegetables and began stirring them.

He took meat from the fridge and cut it into pieces, added spices and boiled it.

He brought down the vegetables and put another pot on the cooker, added water and spaghetti, he boiled it and brought it down, blowing his hand as the pot burnt him a little.

He took another pot, added oil and let it get hot. He added the vegetables, moving back as it sizzled.

Isabella could hear noise coming from the kitchen, she wondered what he was up to and wanted to come to the kitchen but stopped herself.

She ate her toasts begrudgingly, wishing she could order something better and he would give her part of what he was making.

Alessandro added a little water and lit the spaghetti, humming to himself as he stirred it.

He sat down and waited for some minutes, checking the food as the aroma filled the whole air, he tasted the food and moaned at how delicious it tasted.

Isabella, who couldn’t resist coming to the kitchen, was at the door lost when she saw the heap he made on a plate and gasped.

“You don’t have to be scared, I’m not entirely heartless. I’ll leave a little portion for you since you’re not a glutton. And you’re welcome” He replied as he continued dishing out his food.

He took a drink from the freezer and left the kitchen. She stared at his retreating figure and walked to the pot.

Reluctantly, she brought a plate. She couldn’t deny that it looked appetizing and she licked her lips.

She dished out the little portion he left and muttered a curse then went to the dining table.