Chapter Twenty – ‘I’wo Curiosity’

Alyta Wyatt had talked her into staying with him, freight. How he managed that, I don’t know. I shout, am, wearing his clothes to sleep in once again. I still don’t plan on fucking him, even if a part of me had the drama to return downstairs to where Wyatt is waiting. It is too early to sleep.

I left when I planned to, but I stop in front of the mysterious door and am tempted to try the handle, but there will be no point because it will be locked. I need…

“Your curiosity getting the better of you again?”

The sound of Wyatt’s voice from behind makes me jump because I didn’t even hear him come upstairs. I sigh and turn to him.

“Yes. Why won’t you show me?” I huff and cross my arms over my chest.

“There is only one way you will see what is behind the door, sweetness.” He chuckles.

I groan and roll my eyes. “Why are you so secretive about it? What if there is something creepy or dangerous behind the door? I don’t know what, but he could have anything behind…”

“Because that room is only shown to the people who are…mind and I have a trusted relationship with. What is behind that door may seem taboo to most. I don’t just show it to anyone.”

I raise my brow at him. “You can fuck me, but you don’t trust me?”

“I didn’t say I don’t trust you, but the level of trust I need to build to show someone is on a completely different level.” He replies.

“Fine. I will drop it for now.” Chuff.

“There is one way to fix all of this, you know.”

I knew by the tone and the smirk on his face exactly what he meant, but I will play along.

“Oh, please tell me,” I ask sarcastically.

He takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom, telling me to take a seat. Why do I need to be in his bedroom for him to tell me what I already know? Does he think he has a plan of seduction that will work?

He takes a seat next to me. I turn to face him, and he places his hand on my thigh.

“You can agree to mine, and I will show you what is behind the locked door. I would be good for you. You would be good for me. I could show and teach you things you would never imagine. I would take care of all your needs in and out of the bedroom. You could have whatever you wanted in this world, Alyssa. I take great care of what is mine. You wouldn’t have to worry about a single thing; sexually, professionally, financially, or socially.” He says with a smile.

“I don’t need someone to take care of me, Wyatt. I take care of myself and have done for a long time.”

I speak softly because I don’t want to make him think I am an ungrateful bitch for rejecting his offer. I stopped relying on other people a long, long time ago. I have taken care of myself since I was a teenager. I left home at sixteen.

Chapter Twenty-Two Curiosity

“Why? Desi Portynnėk someone in look after him?”

“Not me. I stopped relying on people years ago~” I reply honestly.

“What about your family?”

“Nope. I moved out at sixteen. Even before that, my parents didn’t…”

All my father cared about was work and his mistress. My mother cared about was her alcohol and feeling sorry for herself. I cooked and cleaned for myself since I was six years old.

“I am sorry, Alyssa, I know what that feels like. Think about my offer, okay? You and I could help one another and be exactly what each other needs.” He says, squeezing my thigh.

I sigh. “Wyatt, why me? You can have any woman you want.”

“I am still trying to figure it out. I told you, all of those other women don’t interest me because they don’t challenge me. No, we don’t know what each other has been through in detail, but something tells me you have been through hell and back like I have. Don’t tell me no, not right away, okay? Take a few days to think…”

He looks at me with hopeful eyes; I don’t know what to think about this side of him. It isn’t one I am used to seeing. I am sure plenty of people would say yes to an offer. The man is basically offering me the world, but I hate being vulnerable, and for me to accept such an offer, I would have to be exactly that.

I want to say no, but the way he is staring at me is making it hard for the next words to come from my mouth. I don’t want to make him feel bad; I may regret…

“Okay, I will think about it. You need to promise me one thing, though.”

He smiles brightly. “Which is?”

“You don’t keep asking me, and you give me the time I need to think about it. If you keep pushing, then it will be a no,” I state grimly.

Even if I said yes, I would never allow him to take care of me financially or professionally. I have money, and professionally, I would never let myself climb up a ladder because I am screwing the boss. I’m not that type of woman.

“Okay, I promise. Take all the time you need, beautiful.”

“And if I say no, you need to respect that.”

He sighs. “I will respect your choice.”

I shouldn’t even be agreeing to think about it. How has so much changed between us in less than a week?

“Thank you, I will take that chocolate cake you promised me now.” Snicker.

He chuckles. “Can I have a kiss first? One kiss, and I will go make it for you.”

I playfully roll my eyes. “Fine. One, and you keep your wandering hands to yourself.”

He nods. “Yes, ma’am.” He reaches in, resting one hand on my cheek and kisses me softly. I smile, place my hand on his chest and kiss back. It only lasts a moment, which is a good thing. He pulls away and jumps to his feet.

“Come on, beautiful. Let me blow your mind with my baking skills.” He laughs.

I take it, and he helps me to my feet. He leads me downstairs and gets everything out he needs. I honestly didn’t think he would be the baking type. The man is full of surprises. Is there anything the man can’t do?

“Can I help, handsome?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, you can sit and watch the master at work. It will be the best chocolate cake you have ever tasted,” he confidently.

“I will be the judge of that.” I tease.

I take a seat, and he gives me another glass of wine to drink while he is busy. I like a man who can cook; baking is a bonus. I love doing those two things, too. It would seem we have more in common than I could have imagined.