Chapter 32
The suspicion
“What are you saying? I’m just a normal guy who got into the London School of Business purely through his grades.” He waved her thoughts away and brought her into his arms before kissing her.
In a way, Sion was right. His father had not used his immense reputation to get him a seat in the famous institution. He had gotten in solely on his own merit.
Safia pushed up a smile. “I was just joking with you. Why did you take it so seriously?”
She looked around the cozy cottage. “So this is the surprise you were waiting to show me? I hope the owner of this house isn’t a female I need to worry about,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
Sion raised his hands in surrender and lied. “No, you don’t have to worry. He’s a dear friend of mine from school.”
Soon enough, she would have many more exciting places like this to enjoy. Everything that belonged to him was hers, too. “There’s more. Do you want to see?”
“More? I am more than excited. Jesus! I’m going to faint from happiness!” A loud rumble from her stomach broke the spell. “I’m sorry, that was unladylike,” she said with an embarrassed laugh.
“Don’t be. You’re not the only human here who feels hunger and thirst. And that’s where my next surprise comes in.” He wiggled his fingers. “It always works to calm your nerves. Just give me fifteen minutes, and I will serve you the best Spanish dinner you have ever tasted.”
Safia gasped softly. “You can cook Spanish food, too?”
Sion pulled a chair out for her like a true gentleman and put on a chef’s hat. “At your service, ma’am.”
A minute later, he returned. “Since I don’t want to see you wasted, and you’re alcohol-intolerant, here is some fresh lemonade I made for you. While you enjoy your drink, I will prepare a steaming hot dinner for you to enjoy in this cold weather.”
Safia giggled like a schoolgirl. “You really are an impressive man.”
She took a slow sip of the lemonade, letting the taste settle on her tongue. “Mmm, this tastes like heaven.”
True to his word, Sion returned exactly fifteen minutes later and placed a porcelain dish in front of her. “This is tortilla Española, one of the most popular dishes in Spain. But in reality it's a Spanish omelet.”
He then placed another bowl on the table. “And this is… Gazpacho.”
Safia’s eyes lit up like stars, and her mouth watered. She took a spoonful and licked her lips. “This is divine.”
Sion watched her with a soft smile. “You need a good coating of olive oil to give it a delectable look. Make sure you don’t lose the seeds of the tomatoes to make this the perfect dish for any tapas party.”
“Where did you learn to make all these dishes? I never knew you were such a good cook,” Safia said with enthusiasm.
“I just spent the last few hours in a jail with a sleepy Giuseppe who can only be described as Santa-Manson,” Sion said with a shrug, sitting down across from her. “So, it’s a kind of a try-and-experiment situation.”
“You’re funny at times, I’ve learned that. But tell me the truth,” Safia said, closing her eyes as she savored her dinner.
“Well…” Sion sighed. “My dad worked for a brief period in Spain, and we had a house help who used to cook for us. Since I’m a culinary enthusiast, I learned a few Spanish dishes from her.”
“You had a cook?” Safia asked, taken aback.
Sion cleared his throat as if something were stuck in it. “She was my mom’s friend. My mom used to teach economics to her son, and in return, she used to cook for us. It was more like a barter system.”
His breath hitched. He had no idea how many more lies he would have to tell her to keep up his facade of being a poor boy. He was almost caught.
“I can clear the table and wash the dishes. Barter system,” she winked. “You cooked for me, so I’ll clean up for you.”
“That’s not necessary. My maid will come tomorrow morning and clean everything,” he gulped, quickly correcting himself. “I mean, my friend’s maid.”
“So, it’s a two-room set with a small living-cum-dining room, a kitchen, and a bedroom. It’s a nice place,” Safia said, looking around in admiration.
Before her eyes could land on the family picture on the mantelpiece, he quickly snatched it and shoved it into a drawer. If she saw a photo of his father, she would know his true identity in a matter of seconds because she reads business news every day.
After a little more chatting, they went outside, where a bed with neatly spread white linens was arranged for them. “When did you do this? I didn’t see it before,” she asked in surprise.
Sion sighed in exasperation. “You ask too many questions, sweetheart. You’d better be a lawyer than an entrepreneur. Enjoy the romantic atmosphere and stop interrogating me.” The reality was that he didn’t know what to tell her.
“Can we go for a swim there along with those ducks? We still have a long night ahead of us,” Safia suggested.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to your hostel? It's about time,” Sion asked, looking at his watch.
“I don’t want to be lectured by the warden for coming in late. So I plan to go to college directly from your house tomorrow. And the water out there is calling me for a swim.” Safi bit her lip.
“The water might be very cold,” he cautioned.
“I hope you’ll join me for a swim. In that case, the warmth of your body is enough to keep me from freezing.” She chuckled with a naughty glint.
Sion grinned and began to take off his clothes, leaving only his underwear on. “I can come with you for a swim here, but don’t ask me to go to a swimming pool. I am chlorine-intolerant.”
“Noted,” Safia said with a sniff, her hands running appreciatively over his muscled chest.
“What are some of the things you’re allergic to?” Sion in turn asked her putting her hair in a bun which was getting wet in water.
“Hmm, I’m not allergic to anything, but I hate touching fish soaked in oil. It makes my skin crawl,” Safi said, making a face.
Sion pulled her closer. Her entire body was pressed against his. “It’s going to take a lot of control to not take you right here.” He kissed her again, this time with a raw desperation as if he were going to swallow her whole.
His lips crushed hers as if trying to flatten and destroy her mouth. She pushed back hungrily, her tongue working its way past his clenched teeth. The bristles of his beard scratched her soft cheeks as she gripped his head. Their tongues battled back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.
“Mmm,” Safia moaned softly. That sound brought more fire to him. Suddenly, there was a loud sound, and he immediately pulled away from her. He looked around suspiciously but saw no one. “Put your clothes on. I need to look around.”
“What happened? I heard a loud sound. Is everything alright?”
Sion walked a few steps into the woods, making sure Safia was inside before he spoke to Albert.
“Yes, everything is fine, sir. One of our men slipped in the mud because of the drizzling that continued until an hour ago. That's it.”
Sion still looked unconvinced.
Albert sighed, rolling his eyes. “None of us were watching you two, though we were guarding the place to make sure no animals came around to attack you.”
Sion walked back to the house. Safia came out wearing one of his shirts. “You look sexy in that oversized shirt of mine,” he said, kissing her nose.
Safia snickered. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
Sion, in a light gray T-shirt and white pants, looked simple, but the smooth, refined texture of the fabric of his clothes proved his immense wealth.
“Those clothes look very expensive. Where did you buy them?”
“I bought them with money I saved up from tutoring. You took me to a club and asked me to put on something pricey, right? So here I am. Am I looking impressive now?” he asked with a self-assured grin.
Safia didn't say anything but dragged him to the bed. “Yes, you look impressive. But looking impressive here comes with a price.”
Sion's eyes twinkled playfully. “I can use the couch.”
“The bed is large enough for two, and I trust you, so we can share it.” She pulled him down and covered them with the blanket.
“Can I ask you something, Guild? But you have to promise you won’t deny me.” She played with his ring.
“I promise you that as long as it doesn’t harm you, I will do anything for you. What is it?” Sion kissed her lips, pulling her face closer.
“Help me come. I’m feeling too hot.”
Sion pulled her into a hug, and she could feel his heart beating as erratically as hers. “We’re both in the same boat, my love. The only difference is that you said it aloud, and I didn’t.”
His hand, which was cupping her cheek, immediately went under the blanket and into her underwear. Within moments, the room was filled with heated kisses and moans, accompanied by the scent of cum.
Sion knew at that moment he couldn't continue this for much longer. They needed to be engaged so he could give her everything she desired.
Sion decided he was going to propose to her soon, and on that same day, he would tell her his true identity. He didn’t care about his father’s rules. Even if he were to be deprived of his inheritance, he would have no regrets as long as Safia was his. She had already accepted him, believing he came from poverty. There was no problem anyway.
However, the bottom line is that things don’t always go according to our plans. Sometimes, things go the exact opposite way. Was Sion's life going to be as easy as he wanted? He had his doubts about Safia's dad.
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