Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Kiss me first!!
Looking around, Daniel searched for the kitchen, but he couldn’t see anything.
As large as the house was, it felt like moving through endless puzzles and hurdles, making Daniel tired before he even began.
"This stress isn’t for me... why the hell is the kitchen so hard to find?" Daniel muttered. In normal houses he’d been to, kitchens were closer to the dining room for convenience—grab condiments, fetch food—but here it felt like he had gone on a parallel journey into another world, and still no kitchen.
"You know you’re heading toward the rooms of the male visitors, and I’m sure you don’t want to see old people dressing up. You’d be traumatized for life," Alexander said coolly.
Daniel grimaced. Old men dressing up?
"What were they even doing there previously, and why do they need to dress up?" Daniel wondered aloud.
"Hmm... curiosity kills the cat, dear. Let’s just put it as... sexual gifts." Alexander explained so nonchalantly, as if it were a normal routine.
Eww. He wasn’t saying they were prostitutes, right? Offering services? His question was answered when one of the doors opened.
Giggles came out, followed by manly voices, moans, and the slaps of flesh.
Three males rushed out with towels tied around their waists. What nearly made Daniel throw up was seeing some of them in G-strings, running like acclaimed whores.
Disgusting! So this was what they wanted him to commit to? With old men older than his father?
"Don’t make that face. It’s what they do for a living. Not everyone comes from a rich background like you," Alexander retorted, reminding Daniel once again that he knew about his childhood—which Daniel had refused to share. It still baffled him: how did Alexander get that information?
"Fine, let’s say they were forced, but can’t they escape? Or at least try another option? Selling your body isn’t that sweet." Daniel argued, still trying to wave off the forbidden images his mind had conjured.
Picking up his pace, he moved forward with Alex walking beside him, showing the way.
"Remember, Dan, you were lucky. Not everyone is as lucky as you, so stop generalizing," Alexander cut the discussion short. He didn’t sound keen to keep talking about it.
That surprised Daniel. He’d expected Alexander to be full of criticism and harsh words, but here he was taking the opposite stance.
"Okay, let’s say I’m lucky... but I still stand by what I said." Daniel finally ended the conversation, and silence returned as they walked.
They were close to the kitchen when Alexander thought of bringing up the fight that had broken out between them at the hospital. It had never really been discussed, and he felt Daniel was still angry.
"About the hospital..." Alexander began.
Daniel immediately shushed him. "The issue is in the past. I’m trying desperately to forget it, so please don’t bring it up," he pleaded sincerely before stepping into the kitchen.
"Why are you still standing there? Be on your way, man. I need concentration to make this meal," Daniel said firmly. Alexander’s countenance fell. Daniel hadn’t forgiven him.
No way was he giving up yet. Before Daniel finished cooking, he would make sure forgiveness was his.
Daniel looked back and noticed Alex was gone. What???
He didn’t even wait for him to finish talking.
What a jerk. I knew he was serious. Daniel frowned, then looked around the massive kitchen, painted in orange with tiled walls and equipped with modern machines—dishwashers, electric stoves, manual gas cookers. Everything sparkled and gleamed, just the way Daniel liked a kitchen to be.
"So... what should I cook?" he murmured. Oh—he had forgotten to ask what they’d actually like. And Alexander, whom he could’ve consulted, had disappeared.
"Looking for me, cookie?" Alexander’s face suddenly peered out, and Daniel jumped in terror.
The pen in his hand flew straight at Alex’s head, making him grimace in pain.
"Ouch, that hurt, mehn." Alex rubbed his head, but Daniel didn’t bother apologizing. Serves him right for scaring the life out of him.
"So why are you back? I thought you disappeared," Daniel asked, trying to seem nonchalant as he took a pan from Alex, setting it on the counter before lighting the stove.
"Wait—I thought you didn’t care? So you really do. My cold heart is warmed by your sweet words," Alex purred with a teasing smile, making Daniel frown.
"You dickhead. Who said I cared? I just wanted to find out what Xylander likes to eat. You know I’ve never actually made a meal for my husband," Daniel explained.
Alexander’s mouth formed a perfect O. Was Daniel taking this marriage too seriously? He hadn’t even asked about Adrian, or mentioned his so-called revenge in a long while.
"Ohhh, you want to make Xylander’s favorite meal? What a good hubby." Alexander teased, but when Daniel waited for the answer, he refused to give it.
"One kiss on my lips is all I need, and I’ll reveal it," Alexander bargained, sounding mischievous.
Daniel sneered. So this was the game he wanted to play?
"Okay, but I can’t do that without Xylander’s knowledge. Since you’re refusing, I’ll just go ask him directly." Daniel announced, attempting to walk off, but Alexander blocked him.
Gosh, this boy is insufferable.
"Let me go, Alex, or I’ll tell Xylander you’re molesting me and won’t let me cook," Daniel threatened, but Alexander refused to budge.
"Fine, go if you want. Imagine Xylander’s face when he discovers his groom doesn’t even know his favorite food. He’ll be heartbroken," Alex turned the tables, and Daniel groaned in frustration.
I take back my words. I just want him to let me go. Please, free me.
"Fine. If I kiss you, and you share the information, is that assured?" Daniel asked seriously.
Alex nodded, raising his hand in mock promise.
"I don’t know... I just don’t trust your words. You might backtrack," Daniel muttered suspiciously.
"Cross my heart and hope to die," Alexander swore. To someone else it might have sounded touching, but to Daniel it was just irritating.
He grimaced. "God, that was cringe. I almost cried. Don’t do that again—it doesn’t suit your personality."
Alexander only shrugged. "Still waiting for the kiss."
Out of nowhere, Daniel stepped forward, grabbed him, and captured his lips.
They kissed, sizzling and intense, Alexander pressing into Daniel’s butt and squeezing. Daniel almost moaned but stopped himself—he wasn’t giving Alex that satisfaction. Just as quickly as it started, he pulled away.
"So... my promise?" Daniel demanded, eyes narrowed on Alexander.
Alexander grinned before surrendering. "His favorite food, Daniel, is nothing. He doesn’t have a favorite food."