Chapter 44 - My hubbies (1/2)
I have no idea how it happened. Correction, I know exactly how. The sync. Ah! Why? I wiped the condensation on the mirror above the sink.
”Can't you hurry up, instead of talking to yourself,” called Demos behind the bathroom door. I swear I'll never get used to this. With my towel hanged around me as I stared at my face in the mirror. I couldn't say that I wasn't happy or sad, I guess the shock hasn't subsided yet.
”Liliane we are growing impatient here,” he knocked repeatedly on the door. I sighed and got into my only black dress and slipped on a pair of sandals then fixed my hair. Since I used to just let it fall on my shoulder I decided to tighten it in a ponytail for a change. With a light touch of blush and red lipstick, I was done. I retrieved my glasses to ruin the look. I smiled at myself satisfied to be average.
”Can't you stop pulling yourself down and open the damn door,” sighed Demos. He tilted his head at me when I opened it. A slow smile stretched across his face.
”Not bad,” he got closer placing his hands on my waist to kiss me. But I quickly pushed him away.
”Wait a second! I don't want you smudging my lipstick,” he blinked at me like I was insane for denying him a kiss. I walked passed him to the living room where Grant greeted me with a whistle.
”I like it, Liliane. You look stunning,” smiled Grant while clapping. He came closer to get a better look. ”This black dress really suits you and the hair,” I always find it hard to accept a simple compliment I felt like people were exaggerating.
”Stop it, no need to put too much icing on the cake,” I rolled my eyes at him. Grant pouted dropping his beautiful smile.
”But, I like how you look. Is it wrong to said how much I like it?” I waved him away and sat at the dinner table.
”Not all women can take a compliment. We tend to think it's fake or the person wants something from us...usually s.e.x,” I added dryly.
”Hey! I wanted to pull your chair and help you sit! And I didn't say you're pretty cause I want to have s.e.x with you...Well, hopefully, I would like that especially now that we are official,” I gasped at his comment. Demos came to join us at the table, he sat on my left and Grant on my right.
”We're not forcing you, we'll go at your pace,” added Demos. Somehow the conversation stirred in dangerous territories. How the hell, am I going to have s.e.x with....shit! two persons. OK, Liliane calm the f.u.c.k down. Breathe! Don't think about it.
-We take turns
No f.u.c.k.i.n.g way did I heard that right. I didn't dare look up. I was sure my face was bright red.
-Ears are red too
”Shut up! This is supposed to be a romantic dinner! How did the conversation escalate into a plan for a threesome? Oh my god! I said it. I can't believe I've actually said it. This is insane,” Grant leaned towards me and rubbed my arm to calm me. It had the reverse result. Goosebumps rose up my exposed arm. Grant yanked his hand away like he was zapped. He cleared his throat and got up.
”Mm, dinner let's eat. Well, you will. I've cooked biryani, I got the recipe from my friend in apartment 2903. His owner is an Indian chef in a big restaurant. He helped me with the cooking. He is also the one who lent me the table and chairs,” Grant took the cover off the little copper recipient. A sweet-spicy aroma floated out making my mouth watered.