Page 87 of Reckless Hate

“I prefer homemade food.”

She glared at him while he looked back at her with fake innocence.

“Fine,” she said.

She decided to heat up some of the chicken and vegetable rice casserole she had made. She stepped out of her closet when he followed behind her.

She stopped. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“Coming with you to have dinner?”

“You can’t come out! I already told you I don’t want Anita or anyone to see us together! Stay here, and I’ll get you something.”

He looked amused with her outburst, but luckily, he stayed put.

She heated the casserole in the kitchen, all the while ensuring her roommate wasn’t around. Cursing her enemy once again, she served the chicken and vegetable rice in two bowls. She even warmed up some of the carrot souffle and served it in another bowl. Placing them all on a tray and grabbing a bottle of water, she returned to her room.

Her enemy was still in a towel, looking like a cover model posing for some teen girl magazine. A small shiver ran up her even though her body was quite sore.

Looking at her face, especially her eyes running over his body, he smirked. “Smells good,” he said.

Annoyed that he caught her ogling his body, she frowned. “You better hurry up, Anita will be back soon. I don’t want her to see the extra plates.”

He looked amused. “I think she’ll understand. Your roommate likes me.”

She glared at her enemy. “I don’t care if she likes you. I still don’t want anyone to know.”

He shrugged and took a bowl with the rice casserole. He dug into it and finished it in barely five minutes.

“This tastes great,” he said before reaching for the souffle.

He demolished the dessert in under two minutes.

Looking entirely satisfied, he smirked at her. “If tennis or engineering no longer interest you, you still have a great career option to work as a chef.”

She raised her eyebrow. “Thanks.”

She expected him to put on his clothes and leave. But he put the empty dishes on the tray and stretched his hands wide before settling back on her bed. Once again, her eyes fell on his exposed muscled body.

“Why aren’t you leaving?” she snapped.

He looked at the digital watch next to the bed and then towards the balcony. “It’s too early. There are people outside. If you don’t want anyone seeing me sneak out of your bedroom, I’ll have to wait.”

She frowned. She could hear the faint voices of girls talking outside in the garden adjoining the housing unit.

“What time do you plan to leave then?” she asked. “I plan to sleep early.”

“You can sleep. I’ll leave as soon as it’s safe to leave.”

She continued to frown. Picking up the tray with empty bowls, she went into the kitchen and placed them in the dishwasher. She returned to see that the bedroom lights were dimmed and her enemy wore only his shorts. He was leaning against the headboard checking something on his phone.

Her heart thudded nervously as she shut the bedroom door and slowly went towards the bed.

When she began hovering near the bed, he looked up from his phone. “Go to sleep, Sam. I won’t disturb you.”

She was more worried about her jumping on him. She wanted to touch and taste every inch of the muscled body. And if she did that, it would be quite embarrassing since she complained that she wanted a break.

Biting her lip, hoping she’d keep her hands to herself, she slipped into the bed and pulled up the bedcovers. Despite her thudding heart and nervousness, her eyes began to droop. Soon, the lack of sleep and marathon sex caught up with her, and she fell asleep.

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