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No, Papi, you go out there and relax. Get off your feet. I’ll bring this out for you in a few minutes okay.”

I have to fight back a groan at the sound of her calling me Papi again.

“Yeah, all right. Thank you for everything.”

She simply smiles at me before she goes back to cooking.

I do as she asks and go into the living room. The food doesn’t take very long to make and less than thirty minutes later she comes out with a plate of rice and sautéed chicken.

I put one spoonful in my mouth before she can even get her own food and it tastes like heaven.

“Oh god.” I moan.

“What? Is it okay?” She asks coming back over to me.

“Oh god.” I say again as I shovel another spoonful into my mouth. I have completely forgone chewing and am just swallowing it all. I’m eating like Clean now.

“Alex?” Laura stands in front of me waiting for my response.

“Woman, what kind of car you want? Benz? Porsche? I don’t have the fucking money for it but after this food, I’ll get you any kind of fucking car you want. It’s so fucking good.” I say before I pick up another spoonful and shove it in my mouth. She laughs and goes to get herself a plate. When she comes out to sit with me, I see that she barely has any food on her plate. After all the activity she’s done today I’d think she’d be just as ravenous as I am.

“You don’t like your own food or something?” I ask her, though it’s impossible. There’s no one in the world who can say they don’t like her food. I’d put money on it.

“Of course, I do, but I’m on a diet. Portion control. I got to lose like thirty pounds.” She shrugs and goes back to eating.

I stare at her for a second just to make sure she’s not joking.

“Go get some more food, Laura.”

“What?” She tilts her head and looks up to me.

I lean forward and make sure I hold her gaze, “You don’t need to lose one pound. Your sexy as fuck and every part of you is exactly where it should be. Don’t starve yourself, go get some more food.”

“I…you...” she chuckles and pushes her food around her plate, “I could use another scoop of rice.

“Go get it, in fact,“I stand up and grab her plate from her and slowly walk to the kitchen.

“Hey! What are you doing, I thought you were going to take it easy.” She rushes behind me.

“I was when I thought you were going to take care of yourself the same way you take care of me. Doesn’t look like that’s happening. I’ll make your plate.” I shovel a pile of rice on the plate and two large scoops of chicken.

“Alex, I can’t eat that much.” She laughs and tries to pull the food away. “You’re going to waste it.”

I stop and give her the plate. I follow behind her when she goes back to the living room to eat. I polish off my plate in record time and she offers to get me seconds. I refuse but go and get some myself. She’s not my servant. I can take care of my own needs as well.

After the second plate, I feel like my stomach might explode.

I hear a loud dinging sound and she pops up from the couch, “Come on, your clothes are dry.”

I take her plate and my own and put it in the kitchen before I follow her to the back of the house. There’s a small laundry closet near her bedroom where a stand-up washer and dryer is hidden in a closet. She reaches in, bending over to get the dry, hot clothes for me.

“Holy fuck.” I groan and have to look away.

“Alex?” She turns around and calls for me but I’m too worked up to answer. “Papi?”

I jerk forward, lust pulsing through my body but I stop myself before I get closer to her. “You married?” I snap out and her eyebrows furrow in.

“No. Why?”

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