Sweet CEO’s First Love - Chapter 56

Heart flushed and shrugged Saint off of him.

Hey, I thought you said no touching till we had eaten. Heart hopped down from the stool, walked around the counter, and into the kitchen, grabbed the knife, and started to cut the remaining carrots up, mincing them.

“You are really good too from the looks of it,” Saint commented with good humor. As he watched Heart finish the carrots and move onto skillfully peel, cut, and slice the onions for the dish the proper way it called for in the recipe online.

“How did you get so good?”

Heart smiled back. “I don’t have any parents,”

Saint raised an eyebrow.

“Ah, don’t worry, mine isn’t so tragic. Nothing like your story. My father and mother separated after having me, and then he just left, never to be seen again. My mom passed away when I was seven years old. Min was seventeen, so Min decided to just take after me herself. But since Min was always busy and home late, we rarely ate homemade food.”

“Which was a fantastic thing.”

“What why?”

Heart laughed. “When she cooked… Let’s just say we almost wouldn’t have met.”

“Since we were too poor, we couldn’t afford to eat out all the time the Boonsri, the old lady next door found out and would make us stuff from time to time. Then when I asked her if she could help me learn, she taught me how to cook right up until the day she died.”

“I have been the man of the house and the cook since I was maybe seven or eight. It was not long after my mom’s passing, anyway. I realized that the old lady next door was a wonderful cook and I didn’t have to suffer uncertain doom all the time. But I also knew that her bones hurt her, so I didn’t want her to be making all our meals all the time.” Heart said.

“But really I didn’t mind, Boonsri was a sweet person. I really adored her and her company, so much, I missed her when she passed away last year.”

“Ah yeah, actually that cat you met when you were over at my house for that sleepover, Boonsri said that the kitty had adopted her over eight years ago. She told me that when I first met her when I was seven.”

“She said the cat adopted people it knew needed love and care.”

“Stinking thing would break into our house and do whatever she pleased all the time since then.”

“Come to think of it, she is getting really old now. I wonder…” Tara jumped up onto the counter, interrupting him, and he looked at the pretty gray and white-fluffy ball with long silky, almost shimmery fur.

“Hey, you, what a pretty girl.”

“Kit was right, you really are heart-stoppingly beautiful.” Heart exclaimed in gentle excitement so as not to startle her.

“You are so beautiful, I believe you are a gentle little queen, are you not?” Heart said, talking to Tara sweetly while rubbing between her ears. Tara rubbed up against his body, nuzzling her head into him.

“She likes you, it seems you have gotten the seal of approval from the goddess Tara. I guess we have to get married now. She turns her nose up at anyone that isn’t Kit and I.”

Heart blinked, taken aback.

Then frowned at Saint.

“Stop teasing me.”

“You said you don’t let any strangers into this place, only Kit and you have been in here. So when would she have met anyone else.” Heart smacked his lips together in disapproval at Saint’s ruthless tactics.

Saint chuckled.

“Sorry, for teasing you. I like watching your pouting.”

“But I was serious. She turns her nose up at everyone she meets. She is incredibly spoiled. She used to live at the estate with my grandfather and Chimlin back when I stayed there before I moved out.”

Tara purred and sashayed in front of Heart, a few more times in a little figure eight mini-circle, and Heart gave in to her demands for attention willingly. His eyes mesmerized by her pretty, regal, gentleness.

“Okay, enough shoo, my darling. You are stealing the limelight from off me, and I am afraid I don’t want to share Heart with you anymore.” Saint picked her up and put her down on the floor gently before rubbing under her chin twice, then stood back up.

Heart chuckled.

“Jealous of a cat?”

“I get jealous of mirrors that get to see you more than I do,” Saint said daringly, then moved in on Heart, pressing him up against the corner.

“You stroked her lots, should I make you have to stroke me as many times as you did her to make my jealousy go away?”

Heart gulped, his eyes fluttered, and he leaned backwards over the counter to avoid touching Saint.

“Food, stomach needs sustenance or you will die if he attacks you with delicious waves of pleasure again. You will be just a limp sausage Heart.”

“I.. I” Heart stumbled panicking a little trying to get the man back on course.

Heart ducked away and out to the left side, escaping Saint’s bubble.

“Ah, right, I was telling you how I learned to cook.”

“I was a really fast learner, and so I learned what Boonsri had to teach me pretty quickly. I think I knew it all by the time I was nine or ten.”

“Since then, I learn everything I can from anyone, every handy and useful skill…. Anything that can make me not need to rely on anyone.”

“Because I don’t want to be a burden to Min. Min already gave up so much to keep me. She didn’t party or have fun, she didn’t search for a boyfriend or fall in love early. She worked as a secretary and did Uni at the same time. She even went straight from Uni into an internship with the law firm she is at now. Just so that she could always take care of me. She worked hard at her job and never switched jobs once. So that we would never be out on the street.”

“Sounds hard. Sorry.” Saint said softly. His heart ached a little for him.

“No worse than yours,” Heart smiled, “Everyone has a sad story.”

Saint patted Heart’s shoulder in understanding.

He shrugged, “Besides, even though Min is ten years older than me, don’t ever let her do any cooking for you. In fact, don’t even let her offer. Unless you want to burn down your own building, or unless you want to die.”

“So, what you are saying is that I can come over to your house and meet Min properly now?” Saint said, catching on Heart’s mistake.

“Ah… If you ever need to burn a building down for insurance, just let Min know is all I meant.” He joked, ignoring Saint’s jest.

Saint grinned cheekily at Heart, and Heart knew what that look meant on Saint. It meant he saw and understood what Heart was doing, but found his evasiveness to be cute, rather than annoying.

‘Gahh, why is that cocky all-knowing smile such a turn on… It’s cute and demanding, sexy all that the same time.’

“Good to know,”

“I will put it in the memory banks for later, never let your sister near a kitchen. Got it.”

They worked in silence for a few minutes.

“So, who raised you two outside Min and Boonsri?” Saint asked softly into the quiet.

“No one, we raised ourselves, of course…” Heart said nonchalantly while stirring the meat and vegetables in the pan, tossing them lightly.

“Really no one? No one even came to check up on you?” Saint asked.

Heart smiled.

“I think everyone saw how hard Min was working, and what she was doing for our family. I think they figured she had it under control.”

“I think they were right to leave us alone. We did just fine.”

Saint leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Heart giving him a back hug.

“You don’t have to be alone anymore.” Saint purred into the back of his ear.

Heart’s chest beat out of control, and he grabbed the pan wrong and winced at the sudden, brief jolt of pain as he pulled his hand off quickly.

Heart realized this was going to end up going the wrong way again. They would end up doing things he wasn’t ready for when they both needed food, and neither of them was going to get it at this rate.

“I know, I have Tone and High.” Heart smiled, stirring the meat into the vegetables.

Saint growled, annoyed “Don’t mention other guys, are you, daft Heart!”

Heart laughed wholeheartedly.

“I can’t let you come pick me up at school if you don’t like Tone and High” He tried not to giggle as he watched Saint’s face from under his lashes.

Saint smiled at the mock threat.

“I like them, I just don’t like that you mentioned them when I want to… during these times.” He pouted in annoyance.

Heart smiled, but said nothing. He realized he still hadn’t taken the pan off. So he took it off gently, carrying it over to the table before setting it down on a cloth. He hummed a little and went back to grab the green pesto sauce he had made.

He passed by Saint, who was working on his dish quietly. He looked so cute, his brow furled in concentration. His lips pouting slightly in concentration.

Without thinking of the consequences, Heart picked up some pesto he had made for the steaks, rubbed it with his index fingertip, and put it on the tip of Saints’ nose mischievously. He sucked in his lips and snickered, trying to hold in his laughter.

“Ah, what did you do that for?” Saint asked, shocked, his head whipped up, and he stared at Heart, dangerously, then reached out, grabbed a scoop of the pesto with two fingers, and started chasing him down the length of the room.

Heart squealed with delight and ran.

“Saint! Don’t, I’m hungry! Let’s not play now… My stomach hurts.” Heart whined cutely.

“Don’t you dare run from a fight you started, you should know by now a Nitpattanasai never loses!” Saint growled playfully.

Heart walked up to the table with a sloppy grin he couldn’t remove from his face, even if he tried. He felt like after tonight; it had been plastered to his face, permanently there forever. He flopped down in front of the food on the table.

They both were wearing a good portion of their dinner, but Saint plopped down too. Heart looked at him across the little glass table from him, and they grinned at each other like fools.

“Eat your dinner,” Saint commanded.

Heart snickered.

“Most of its on you.” Saint chuckled. Heart leaned across the table, grabbed a piece of the pesto from off Saint’s shirt, and ate it while chuckling.

“You have rice all in your hair.” Saint pointed out, looking up into Heart’s playful eyes.

“Oh, I do?”

Heart pretended to shake it out on top of Saint’s lap, and Saint just shook his head, giving him a small playful shove, Heart fell back in the chair behind him safely.

“Oh, just go wash up again! Use my bathroom just like before, that way you are far away from the living room, I am going to watch TV now, or I might just go peek at you if you are close by in Tara’s room.”

Heart chuckled.

‘I wouldn’t mind at all if he did.’ He thought.

He realized how happy he felt right this minute, with Saint free, nothing holding him back, with Saint acting sweet and gentle.

Kind.

‘Hot and Heavy were good, but he also wanted this, much more of this exposed, vulnerable man in front of him.’

Heart nodded agreement.

“I will be right back, just have to make sure all the rice is gone from in my hair..” He walked away smiling.