Stay with Me by Awesomekristii (e reader books .txt) 📗

E P I L O G U E

FIVE YEARS LATER

 

DAMIEN

 

“This is fucking hard,” I groaned looking down at the batter I had made instead of the much-needed dough. A sigh left my lips, the back of my palm brushing off the slim of sweat grazing my forehead. How Lilah did make it look so fucking easy?

 

It was already half past three and I didn’t know how long I have before she would come bursting through the doors. It’s her restaurant's opening today and she couldn’t seat back for a while to even breathe. I tried to assist her in ways, sometimes working as the chauffeur, or delivery boy, picking up items, setting down chairs, and curtains all around the front of the restaurant, and grazing it up.

 

But, now according to her, she had got it and she didn’t need any more such help since all items were already picked up, stocked in her restaurant's empty rooms, waiting to be placed as quickly as possible.

 

And thus in the craziness and chaos of it all, I had taken up the idea of proposing to her. The idea still makes me feel all tensed even though I fucking try to be not. It had already been five years since we were together and I couldn’t wait any longer to tag my surname with her, uniting us both.

 

A groan escaped my lips as I added a little bit more flour to at least made it slimy and maybe a little better than just the batter. My initial idea wasn’t to propose to her with a jar of cookies, a diamond ring, and a heartfelt speech I had been memorizing for the last two days. But every time, I felt like I got this now, I fucking shut down like a chicken.

 

I thought I would have taken her to any fancy restaurant and then I didn’t know, drop the ring in her drink and she came to know when romantic music was playing in the background. But, Steven was disgusted at my idea. He felt its too cheesy and right risky and more than that overrated, so I had to do a change of plans and this ended me up in here.

 

“Any fucking clue how to bring back dough from better?” I heard a loud laugh from the other side of the call.

 

“I still couldn’t fucking believe, you are baking. Like The Damien Black is baking cookies for his sweet girlfriend to propose her.” He snorted and laughed and I had nothing to do but roll my eyes at him. I wished he get his woman soon and fucking know what it felt. The intense drive to give her everything she ever desired, to be better every fucking second even though she didn’t even want me to.

 

“Shut that trap and assist in here, this will make you a little less useless.” He stopped laughing and groaned because he had the same knowledge as me here. He was no better.

 

“Try adding flour maybe, I don’t know. I fucking never did it.” I sighed understanding his words. Even I was fucking new in here.

 

“Fine, lemme see..” I cut the call and directly went to YouTube for any help. And guess what thousands of them made me more confused. However at last I settled on one with more likes and views and followed suit as said by the blonde lady there.

 

The dough looked good, and I was just away from giving it shapes and sending it to bake in there. It took me a couple of three to four times to shape them well and not like a child before I pushed the tray into the oven.

 

My foot tapped the floor as I waited for it to bake. I was oddly excited as well as apprehensive. If it didn’t turn out well I didn’t know what to do. It’s just two hours before her restaurant opens and she gonna be breaking in anytime soon.

 

The oven dinged and I rushed to grab the mittens and open it. And it came out, I was happier to see it wasn’t burned, but yeah a little misshaped more than I thought.

 

Guess what, I had to go with them only.

 

•••••

 

The inside of the restaurant was bustling with people, and mostly half of them were great personalities in the town. Lilah had almost disappeared after kissing me, saying she had a little too much on her plate. I couldn’t question that, after seeing the number of people lounging around and taking every great care of them wasn’t fucking easy.

 

After she completed her culinary classes two years ago, she opted to work as a chef in one of the local restaurants saying it would be her personal experience. I didn’t stop her or questioned them, for I had my all faith in her in this. Six months into the job, she was declared the head chef and she was almost over the moon hearing that.

 

Last year, she felt she needed to finally open a restaurant of her own. And it made me feel fucking proud of her as she stood her ground to open it with her money, which she had assembled from working hard and I had no say in that. On my much insistence, she allowed to let me to er just twenty-five percent of the total cost needed to open up the shop,t almost glared at me for more than three weeks.

 

I gulped down the last of my drink and walked towards a sprinting Lilah. She was almost like a bird, flying past so hard and fast keeping everything in control. I liked that about her. Organized and maintained. She loved them.

 

I saw her walking towards the washroom as I followed her suit. She moved into one of the cubicles as I waited for her outside. It was almost fifteen minutes later I heard her door opening and closing before she was standing in front of me. “What are you doing here?” She was smiling at me, and I couldn’t fucking stop staring at her all through the evening. She was looking stunning in that deep blue dress with a deep V-neck, her dress reaching just above her knees, clinging to her delicious thighs.

 

Before she could fucking ask anything more, I sealed my lips with her, pulling her with me to the beside empty room, which was still unfinished. The door creaked behind us as I shut it, not leaving her mouth. Her hand went up, grabbing my hair in between her fingers. She dug her nails and I groaned at the lack of contact between our bodies. I wanted nothing but to tear off that dress from her and have her here right now.

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