Chapter 27
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I used the key Valdo gave me in the morning to open the apartment door. When it clicked I turned and pushed the door opened. My eyes widen at sight in front of me the cleared my throat. I always knew Valdo was handsome, but it was the first time I really saw how sexy he was as well. Especially with an apron on.
He turned to me and smile, "You're back earlier than I expected."
I shift my eyes up to his blue ones then nod slowly, "We ran out of food at the soup kitchen. So it was over in two hours."
He smiled, "The turn out must have been amazing."
I nodded, agreeing, "It was." I even saw some other homeless persons who I knew. Most of them were shocked to see me behind the counter serving them, but they didn't question it. I walked over to the couch and took a seat. Valdo placed the dishcloth down and then joined me.
"Did you enjoy your time at DFSM?"
I nodded my head and smile, "Yea, I did. The ladies are great. They all have different stories and background, but they all end up single with a child or pregnant one way or a next. Some of the stories brought tears to my eyes." I sighed, " I thought my life was awful to when I heard some of the other stories I rethink about my situation. I feel stupid around them. There is a girl; her family literally kicked her out, whereas my mother just told me to leave, and I did. I didn't wait to see if she regretted her words I just left. So whatever trials I've faced for these six months is really my fault because I probably should have waited for my mother to calm down."
Valdo looked at me intently then spoke, "You should have waited for mom to calm down, but that probably wouldn't have changed anything. I believe everything happens for a reason, you might know the reason why all those bad things happened to you but you will in the future. My mother is a living example. She used her past to help others build their futures. She's helped so many single mothers. You're destined for greatness."
I smiled at his kind words. "Thanks." I looked at his apron and raised my eyebrows, "What are you cooking?"
He smirked, "Let's keep it a secret until I'm finished."
I laughed, "Okay, fine. But we have to use the cake I baked today for dessert."
He grinned, "Deal."
I stood up from the couch, "I'll go take a shower and a nap. You can knock when you're finished." I handed him the baking tin that contained the first cake I ever baked.
"What type of cake it is?"
I smiled, "It's a secret until dinner time." He laughed as I made my way to my room.
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I smiled up Valdo excited about the meal he'd prepare. He grinned, "Go ahead, lift the cover." I gave him one last look then brought my eyes back to the cover. I used my left hand to lift the lid off the food slowly. Anticipation was killing me, but I was curious about his cooking skills, after all, the man can't be rich, generous, have a great personality and cooks. He'd be too perfect.
I started noticing a mustard-looking colour which made my curiosity heightened, so I lifted it higher to see that it was curry chicken, plain rice and a potato salad. I placed the lid to the side then smiled at him. "It looks good. Indian?"
He shook his head, then lift the lid of his dish. "No Caribbean."
I raised my eyebrows, surprised. "Have you ever been to the Caribbean? or did you google the recipe?"
He smiled, "Both. I went to Jamaica two years ago. I ordered Curry Chicken and plain rice when I went to a restaurant. It was amazing that I had to learn how to do it myself and so when I came back to New York I went on Youtube, and I learnt how to do it. I've been cooking Jamaican dishes since."
"So I won't get poisoned?"
He laughed and shook his head then looked me in the eyes, "You'll just have to trust me."
I smiled, "I do."
He smiled, "Then let's eat."
I took up my fork then inserted it in the soft piece of chicken. "You're tasting the chicken first?" I nod then continued, "That's like eating dessert below the meal. Start with Rice, mix it with the gravy." he took up his fork then start mixing the gravy and rice together, and the rice became yellow like the chicken. I looked at him with uncertainty, and he smiled, "That's how the Jamaicans eat it, at least most of them. Believe me; it's going to taste delicious."
I smiled then mixed the rice and gravy as he did, then took some up with the fork. I opened my mouth and placed the fork in it. Surprised at the taste, I lifted my eyes to his blue ones as I chewed. This my first time eating anything remotely from the Caribbean and it tasted amazing, and it wasn't even cooked by one of them.
When I swallowed the content in my mouth, I quickly took the next scoop up. Valdo looked at me pleased that I was enjoying the food he cooked. Instead of going again, I looked at him and smiled, "This is really good. You need to show me that Youtube page."
"I'd be happy to teach you myself." He said before taking his first spoon. I stared at him for a few seconds admiring the movements of hands as they flex each time to pick up a different scoop. Who knew watching a man eat could look so sexy?
Probably because he is sexy.
