Married to my nemesis-Chapter 131: Favorite chef
"Okay then, since my words are able to flutter you away, I want you get blown but first, if you want to see my surprise then I want you to get blindfolded, do you want to ?"
Phoebe had a frown on her face.
"How big is this surprise you’re talking about?"
"Let’s just say is something massive, right and straight from my heart, so I don’t think you’ll be able to contain the surprise."
"Oh really?"
Zayn nodded like a kid.
"Okay then I really want to see the surprise you’re talking about."
Zayn chuckled as he walked towards her placing a blindfold after taking it from the dinning table.
"Promise you’re not going to peek while I take you there?" Zayn said as he tightened it from the back.
"Do you really think I’m going to do that? All I want to see is this surprise you’re talking about."
" Hold my hand, don’t let my hand go till I tell you to and I’m going to give directions, just in case. "
" Okay then, " Phoebe said placing a smile on her face, raising her hand, Zayn held hers and then he was careful taking every steps making sure she didn’t trip over any simple object.
For a while it was like that, he took her out of the house and then to an empty space outside the house, he opened the door of the area.
"Are you ready to see it?"
Phoebe nodded, he moved behind her holding the knot of the blindfold and then he removed it gently.
Phoebe’s eyelashes fluttered as she took a sight to the scene, slowly looking at what was right in front of her, she had a shocked expression.
The corners of her lips lifted up as a smile slipped from her face, she had her eyes sparkle with amazement.
"Oh my gawd, Zayn," she said it out of amazement covering her mouth as she gasp out of disbelief.
Right in front of her was a romantic setting of a table with candle light, the area was warm, behind them was a musical band playing a romanic piano song creating a calm lounge mood.
The tables was set with petals, a touch of neutral warm lighting as candles were placed in a cup giving a romantic atmosphere.
"Would you like to go on this pleasant date with me, Miss Phoebe?" Zayn whispered in her ear as she turned to him with a chuckle.
"Do you really have to ask, yes I’m going to go with you, besides why did you set it up here."
"You don’t like it?"
"Is not that Zayn, I’m just surprise that is outside the house, you could have done it instead."
"Well I wanted to give a warm surprise to the most amazing woman in the world, I don’t want you seeing it. And I know that we could have done it in a restaurant but I just want me and you enjoying the mood, I decided to make it like this so it would be serene and it would be just you to stare at. Except the from the band members."
Phoebe chuckled.
"Besides," Zayn walked towards her as he embraced her from her waist pulling him closer to his chest.
Phoebe chuckled as she placed a hand on his chest raised her head gazing into his eyes she reached for his chin playfully using her hand to caress his shaved face.
"I want to repay you for what you did yesterday, we couldn’t get you to take your hangover but not to stress you the more, I use this as a surprise lounging mood for you, so you could see another side of me. "
Phoebe giggled.
" You’re such a naughty boy, " Phoebe said as she placed her hand on his lower lips gently caressing it.
" Well I learnt it from the best, " Zayn said and then he used his lips to attack the finger of hers placing her finger in his mouth as he gently licked on it.
Phoebe giggled as she pounced him on the shoulder.
" You naughty boy. "
" I can’t help, is in the gene, I want to more than naughty when it comes to you, " he said as he released her finger from his lip trap lowering his head to kiss her.
" So we should have our dinner now, right? "
" Yes we should, " Phoebe said with a giggle.
Zayn walked her towards the chair, shifting it for her she seated gently.
"So what’s on the main dish today? I hope is noth you this time," Phoebe teased as Zayn chuckled.
He walked towards one of the hanger taking the apron hung on it.
Wearing it, a trolley was brought in by the maids.
"Whatever dish you may want my dearest woman, your man would stay here and help you to cook whatever you want, after all I’m your chief as of today," Zayn said as he wore his apron.
Phoebe couldn’t help but giggle covering her mouth, if only he knew he was sexy while wearing that apron.
"Can you make me chicken soup and salad?" Phoebe teased knowing it’s one of the top choice for a guy to cook.
She didn’t really get to take from Zayn’s hangover soup the other day but from the little she took she couldn’t deny the fact that the soup did taste well.
And if he was going to pass this one then he beats all her doubts that he can’t cook.
She’d always reasoned that most men couldn’t cool so she decided to learn the basics of cooking.
Just for pretense when she gets married that she couldn’t cool so she could teach her husband a lesson and then he’ll be the one to cook.
When she shared her decision with some of her friends, some stated that her man would eventually leave her for another woman who could cook.
Maybe that’s why she had doubts about her relationship with Zayn but now, all of it is cleared once and for all, she heaved a deep breath as she placed her head on her palm which had her elbow rested on the table as she stared at the world’s handsome and most charming man.
Zayn.
Looking him work hard just to get that dish done was adorable, handsome and sexy.
The way he used the skin of his arm to get his head clean when he was cooking made him look super precious.
If only she could go near him and then squeeze those cheeks of his kissing those lips that tasted from the soup.
Ahh, how he dealt with her mind without even getting close to her, his charm was so adorable.
As she continued to stare, Zayn stopped for a while and then gave her a look as he raised his eyebrows making Phoebe timidly avert her gaze from his stare.
Zayn continued as she continued with her stare, after a moment, she turned around to look at the band playing their romantic songs.
She stood up from her chair as she walked around the room, she hadn’t noticed it before staring at the Amazon pictures of her.
Where had Zayn gotten those pictures from?
Oh she was silly, staring at the pictures closely it was pictures from her media account on some of her social media pages.
She chuckled placing a hand on her palm which rested on her elbow which was placed on one of her folded arms.
She placed with the air kicking her legs gently staring at the pictures.
Zayn turned a bit after finishing cooking the food as he placed it on the plate gently placing the food on the table.
Already perceiving the aroma of the food Phoebe knew he was done with the food, she turned around and then sat on the chair. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
Just from the appearance of the food, she was already drooling to take a bit of the food.
"Oh my, this looks delicious," Phoebe complimented taking her folk and knife as she gently cut the chicken in the soup and then she took a bite with her spoon.
She chewed the food for a while processing the food with her taste bud, definitely, Zayn knew that the food was going to be appetizing but he waited for Phoebe to be done with her taste and then wait for her information.
When she was done eating the first, her eyes beamed out of enjoyment.
"Oh my gawd, this is amazing," she said out of excitement taking her spoon she took another scoop.
Not to lie, she never knew Zayn knew how to cook so good, when did he even learn how to cook like a chief, was he when he was cutting heads of his enemies or while he was training how to shoot while he was training to be a underboss like.
She guess he was her chief after all.
" How is it?" Zayn questioned regardless of hearing from her how it taste like.
She gave an okay gesture.
"Oh my," she said in a gasp taking another spoon.
Zayn couldn’t help but chuckle, giving her this surprise was only going to make her sad and happy or maybe angered.
What was coming next after this happy moment was going to aggravate Phoebe or maybe not but
he knew he had to do it.
This time he wanted answers from her.
Frankly.
