Page 41 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

“Spy Kids?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Inspector Gadget?” I inquired curiously.

“Warmer, but I prefer the black James Bond.”

I gasped then laughed loudly. “Ro, baby, you cracked a joke,” I revealed, astonished.

He smirked.

“I guess your silly ways are rubbing off on me.” Ro shrugged his shoulders and laughed. “Come on, Bella.”

He grabbed my hand, and we stepped through the wall. Ro guided me in the kitchen. The repairman looked a bit startled. It wasn’t every day you witnessed people walking through a wall.

“Mr. Terelli, I was looking for you. I’m just about done cleaning up my mess now,” the repairman stated.

“No worries at all, Desean. Just let me know when you’re done and how you prefer your payment,” Ro replied.

I let my baby handle his business while I rinsed my hands and mouth in the sink then headed to the refrigerator. I’d do just about anything to keep my mind off my brother. I pulled out contents to make stuffed chicken and wild rice. Cooking and baking were always an escape for me.

Gigi always told me that an idle mind was the devil’s playground, so I always made sure to keep busy. I put my busy mind on hold and prepared our meal. Before I knew it, I was almost done cooking.

While the chicken simmered on the stove top, I prepared the rice. An oldies tune filled my head, and I hummed the lyrics as I worked. I mixed some brown rice, jasmine rice, long grain, and black rice together to make my own wild rice mix.

The grains were in a saucepan, and I poured a can of coconut milk and one can of water into the pan because I used two cups of rice. Trust me; each element balanced itself out, so the coconut milk didn’t overpower. I added my seasoning plus saffron, so the rice was good to go.

I covered the pan and turned the stove on medium heat. When I rose, the feel of Janeiro’s fingertips created chills along my skin. He placed the strap from my maxi dress on my shoulder then lifted my stomach. I loved when he held my stomach.

It took a lot of pressure off my back. We swayed side to side to whatever slow tune played in our heads. I leaned against his brawny chest, soaking in all the comfort he granted me. He would always be home for me.

“Can I help you, Mister?”

“You can. Let me sample some of that chicken,” he whispered.

I couldn’t help the laughter that escaped me. Big papa was hungry.

Ro gently lowered my stomach. He walked over to the stove and raised the lid on the chicken. The savory scent wafted through the air and into our noses.

“Damn, I’m a lucky man,” he gloated.

“Indeed, you are,” I sassed.

Ro smacked my ass, and it jiggled. “I see what I’m eating for dessert tonight.” In a tempting manner, he licked those luscious, full lips of his.

“Oh really?”

He arched his eyebrow.

“Yes, really.” He spoke with assurance as his accent pushed through.

I damn near burned the rice drooling from that accent of his, but I got myself together. That man kept me so discombobulated. He winked at me before he proceeded to set the table. We continued to talk and joke until dinner was ready.

Since I cooked, Ro led me to my seat and plated our meal. I led us in a quick grace. The only sounds that could be heard was our forks scraping the plates and our moans to show our appreciation for the meal. As our meal came to an end, I’d caught itis.

“Baby, thank you for an amazing meal. But there is something I need to run by you,” Ro confessed.

“You’re welcome, my love. What’s on your mind?”

“What do you say we head out of here early because I have some urgent matters I need to attend to, Bella?”

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