Forced To Marry The Devil : A Crazy Love Saga

Kizy turned to look at Markus, who was looking completely wild in his just-woken-up-dishevelled appearance.

And her heart skipped a beat. 

Markus was running his hand through his hair, his grey night dress making him look even more appealing, while the sunlight was present as his backdrop, illuminating his insanely handsome face even more.

"Stop drooling little lamb." Markus said, his voice a little hoarse after waking up.

"You are the one who drools." Kizy said before turning back, feeling a little embarrassed for being caught red handed while staring at Markus.

"Anyways, what are you doing?" Markus asked, looking at the apron which she was carrying in her hands.

"Cook breakfast for everyone." Kizy replied, opening the neatly folded apron.

"Everyone? Did you call mom, grandma or grandpa?" Markus asked, his brow raising.

After all, they had met the family members just the previous day. And they were awake till late at night. So why would Kizy disturb them so early?

"No. Everyone means our old chef, butler, head maid and all other maids and servants." Kizy said with a smile.

"Why them?" Markus asked, his voice raised by a pitch.

"And why not them?" Kizy asked, frowing a little.

"They can do it for themselves. In fact they will make breakfast for all of us. We are paying them." Markus said.

"I am paying you. Make breakfast for all of us." Kizy said keeping the apron aside.

"Are you serious?" Markus asked, not knowing what to speak.

"Yes. I am completely serious." Kizy said, crossing her arms.

"Why should I?" Markus asked.

"Because I am paying you." Kizy replied, her tone nonchalant.

"You are being illogical and arrogant." Markus said, his voice turning cold.

"Weren\'t you being the same just now." Kizy said, making him remember his statements.

"Fine. But why for all of them?" Markus asked, not wanting to argue anymore.

"Because it\'s new year. They deserve some break as well." Kizy replied cheerfully, picking her apron once again.

Markus pulled the apron out of her hands.

"Let me do it. You might injure yourself in the process." Markus said.

"I know how to cook. I have made a lot of dishes till now." Kizy said, offended by Markus\'s statement.

"Still. You just wait. I will do the work." Markus said.

But Kizy simply ignored him, going back towards the shelf and bringing another apron.

"We will do the work." Kizy said, opening the apron.

Markus shook his head, before helping Kizy tie the apron around her.

Kizy was standing face to face in front of Markus, while Markus\'s arms had encircled her from both sides, tying the knot behind her.

But suddenly, Markus smirked, before pulling Kizy towards him.

"What are you doing?" Kizy asked, her eyebrows knotting.

"Trying to tie the knot. You were standing at a distance, so it was getting difficult for me to tie." Markus said, his voice magnetic.

With that he came even more closer, loosening the knot made by him and tying it again.

"Who needs this much time for tying?" Kizy said, feeling a weird emotion while being this close with Markus, his hot breath fanning her cold bare neck.

"Almost done." Markus once again said in his hoarse voice, before moving back, purposefully lightly brushing past her ear with his lips, knowing it was her sensitive spot.

Kizy immediately turned pink from blushing, moving step back.

"Now help me tie the apron wifey." Markus said, placing the apron straps over his shoulder and bending so that his face was at level with Kizy\'s, just inches away.

Kizy was a little dazed at the sudden proximity, still remembering his feather light lip touch on her ear.

"You are doing it?" Markus asked, his face getting even more closer to Kizy\'s.

"What?" Kizy asked subconsciously, not knowing how Markus was teasing her.

"Weren\'t you going to tie the knot?" Markus bent even more, whispering in her ear, making Kizy\'s brain clouded.

Kizy didn\'t even reply this time, her eyes closing as a reflex, anticipating something.

But almost a minute passed, yet Markus neither spoke another word, nor touched her.

Finally Kizy opened her eyes confusedly, only to find a Markus standing straight in front of her, amusingly looking at her.

"What were you thinking little lamb?" Markus asked, his voice normal now.

"Nothing." Kizy said.

"My apron." Markus replied.

"Huhh?" Kizy asked, still a little confused and flustered, not knowing why she had closed her eyes, or what she was waiting for, or why she was feeling disappointed.

"You were going to tie my apron." Markus said, once again bending ahead.

But this time Kizy wasn\'t falling for it again.

She stepped back before turning and going behind Markus, quickly tying the knot and coming ahead.

Markus tried to stifle his laughter which was threatening to come out.

"So what are we cooking today?" Markus asked, rolling his sleeves back.

"Burritos and muffins." Kizy said excitedly.

"Ain\'t your standards a little too high? I don\'t even know how to make burritos. I can only make muffins." Markus said, his tone complaining.

"Ok. Wait. I will make the muffins and let it bake. Till then we can prepare burritos together." Kizy replied.

With that she started making the muffins while Markus stood there, watching her.

"I think you should add more sugar. This would taste plain." Markus said after looking at the process.

"What do you know? I know how to make muffins." KIy replied.

"Okay." Markus said and stood there silently.

Soon Kizy was done putting it in the oven. 

"Let\'s chop vegetables together. You will do half of them while I do the rest half veggies." Kizy said and started with her chopping.

Once they were done, they heated the pan and cooked the contents, seasoning it well.

"You go and bring those tortillas." Kizy said, stirring the contents in the pan.

Markus was happy watching this. He could see that the burritos would come out truly well from its aromatic smell.

"What\'s this smell?" Suddenly Markus said, frowning.

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- Kizy