Page 59 of Sweet Surrender
“Something smells good,” Nash called when he strolled into thekitchen later that day. I was glad he’d been stuck at work for hours, not only had his absence given me time to clear my head, but it had also given me time to create a culinary masterpiece.
After Jessica left, I messaged Nash to explain the situation, tellinghim that it would be my pleasure to cook dinner, but I didn’t have the ingredients for what I wanted to make.
Less than ten minutes later, a car arrived out front, followed by amessage from Nash telling me the driver, Aaron, would take me wherever I needed to go, and that a credit card in my name was in the kitchen drawer, and I could buy whatever I needed.
Obviously, I asked Aaron to take me to the most expensive grocerystore he could think of, after all, I only wanted the best for my husband.
I spent the rest of the day making a curry from scratch, doing mybest to hide all evidence of the three onions I’d chopped up into tiny cubes, and hoping all the spices I’d added would cover up any hint that Nash’s nemesis was hidden in his dinner.
The naan breads I’d also made from scratch were finishing in theoven, and despite the reasons for making such a delicious dinner, I was proud of what I’d accomplished.
“Hey, you’re home,” I said, turning around from checking the bread,and giving Nash a bright smile.
His eyes narrowed on me, a look of suspicion crossing his face. “Notthat I’m complaining, but I was expecting a fight when I got home for not giving you your sketchbooks, not this.”
He waved his hand in my direction, indicating my look. I was thevision of a perfect housewife, my hair was tied back neatly, I’d put a small amount of makeup on, and I was wearing an apron over my clothes.
I shrugged, tamping down the flash of anger at the mention of mysketchbooks. “Figured life would be a whole lot simpler for both of us if we weren’t at each other’s throats. Besides, after Jessica left, I had dinner to keep me occupied.”
I smiled sweetly at him, hoping he’d fall for my act. When his bodyrelaxed, he crossed the kitchen to where I was, his hands coming up to cup my face as he brought his lips to mine.
Knowing that I needed to not give him any reason to doubt my newfound attitude, I opened my mouth when his tongue sought entry, and placing my hands on his solid chest, I leaned into him.
The problem with going along with this act though was that my core jolted to life, and a warm feeling coursed through my entire body.
As much as my brain wanted to hate Nash, my body was on a wholedifferent page, the page where it wanted Nash to rip every shred of clothing from my body, and fuck me over the kitchen counter right this second.
When Nash pulled away, it took a second for me to catch my breath,and with the way he was looking at me with hunger in his eyes, I suspected he wanted to fuck me over the kitchen counter just as much.
“Erm, dinner will be ready in about five minutes,” I said, steppingaway, and doing my best to avert my eyes from the bulge he was now sporting in his pants.
“I’ll go and change then,” he replied, a hint of suspicion still in histone.
When he disappeared, I gave the curry a final stir, and for a splitsecond, guilt washed through me. A little voice in the back of my head told me not to go through with my plan, that maybe life with Nash wouldn’t be all bad.
But if I didn’t go through with it, then I’d never get to walk away fromNash. So what if the house was the nicest house I’d ever stepped foot in? And so what if I now had a wardrobe full of designer clothes, and access to a credit card that I could use for whatever I wanted?
What I wanted was my freedom, and not to be treated like a pet hecould train, and no amount of Nash’s money was going to make me change my mind.
A short while later, we were seated at the grand dining table, a feastof rice, naan, curry, and poppadoms laid out before us.
“This looks amazing, Savannah. You didn’t have to do this, we couldhave gone out for dinner,” Nash said, as he reached out for the rice and started spooning it onto his plate.
“It was no trouble,” I replied, taking the rice from him, and doingmy best to stifle my laugh as he ladled the curry onto the rice.
For a few minutes, neither of us spoke, and a nervous anticipationrushed through my body as Nash reached out to grab a naan before tearing a bit off, and dipping it in the curry sauce.
I’d be lying if I said there still wasn’t a little part of me that wanted tosnatch his plate away and confess my sins. But with the memory of his message flashing in my head, telling me that I couldn’t have my sketchbooks, I pushed that part away, determined to see my plan through.
Besides, this was the man who made me get to my knees and suckhis cock toprovemyself to him. This was the least he deserved.
As Nash took the first spoonful of rice and curry, I smothered mysmile by popping a bit of my own naan in my mouth. I didn’t know if it was because I’d used the finest quality ingredients, or I’d somehow refined my cooking skills, but either way, the bread was delicious.
“So, what do you think of the house?” Nash asked after a few morespoonfuls of curry. If I wanted to back out of my plan, it was too late now.
“It’s nice,” I replied, playing down how I really felt about it. If I didn’tacknowledge aloud how much I’d fallen in love with the house, I wouldn’t miss it so much when the time came to leave.
A frown creased Nash’s brow. “If you don’t like it, we can alwayschange the decor,” he said, uncertainty in his tone.
