Page 295 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
Yes, him saying he needed me was wonderful. But him thrusting inside of me was better than any words.
He slowly pulled back out and then bit my earlobe as he thrust back in.
God, yes.I tightened my fingers on his shoulders.
He didn’t have to say anything else, because I felt it.I’m falling in love with you too, J.J.
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“Mila, you were right. This is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”
I laughed. He was just starving. He hadn’t even let me warm it up. I’d pulled it out of the fridge and he’d grabbed a fork and dove in.
“I’m serious. You should do this for a living.”
“Do what? Make lasagnas?”
“Cook. I don’t know. What else do you know how to make?”
I shrugged. “I love cooking all sorts of cuisine. American of course. Classic burger and fries. There’s nothing better than homemade fries. And I think the ones I make are a little healthier because I bake them instead of frying them. Also I love Greek food. Japanese. Italian. French. Korean…”
“I’ve never even had Korean food before.”
“It’s good. I’ll make you something with gochujang sometime. It’s the perfect level of heat.”
“I don’t even know what you just said…but…if everything you make is this good, then I’m serious. You should start a restaurant.”
I shook my head. “I can’t start a restaurant.”
“Why not?”
Why not?“I haven’t taken any classes.”
“Who cares if you’re self-taught as long as it tastes good?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know…probably the bank. There’s no way they’d give me a loan to start a restaurant without the proper degree. Or money for that matter. Besides, you just heard how unfocused the cuisines I like are. I wouldn’t be able to choose. And also…I just…restaurants are risky.”
He smiled. “Do you love cooking?”
“Yeah, but…”
“No buts. I went over a lot of different majors with you and you said no to all of them. What about culinary arts?”
“I don’t think they offer that at the University of New Castle.”
“So finish a business degree to make sure you can handle that side of it.”
“I hate all the business classes I’ve taken.”
He shook his head. “Then go to a culinary arts school if you want a fancy degree.”
“I can’t start over. My dad is only paying for one more year and I’m so broke it’s not even funny.” I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I need to choose something more practical.”
He suddenly looked sad. “Practical isn’t always the best option, trust me. I think the answer is right in front of you. You just have to choose how you want to get there.” He took another bite of the lasagna and groaned. “So freaking good.”
I pressed my lips together. He loved my food. So did Kristen. And cooking really did make me happy. I watched the sadness melt from J.J.’s eyes as he took another bite. He chose the practical path and he wished he could go in a different direction. But how could he ask me to take such a huge risk when he hadn’t? I didn’t want to roll the dice on my life. Or flip a coin. But the pieces of my life weren’t going to just magically fall into place. I had to make a choice.
And there was something so satisfying about a man who meant so much to me loving my food. It warmed something inside of me. Or maybe it was the fact that he believed in me when I’d found it so hard to believe in myself.
