25. Kitchen Woes

I slammed the door shut and sagged against it. What had I done!? What had I just said? How did those words even come tumbling out of my blasted mouth?!

And he! He'd probably really truly heard me and pretended he didn't! Or worse, he was the same way and wanted to hear it again!

"No, no, no, no, no!" I mumbled, burying my face into my knees which I'd pulled up. "What have I done!?" I wailed.

How could I have said such a thing? How could I? What even made me say it?

Him. There was simply no other explanation. He did this to me. I wouldn't necessarily say ruined me, but in a sense, it seemed plausible.

You are finished. Done for. What the bloody hell are you going to do now!? Once you get back to work, nothing will be the same! You'll be a mess!

I thought I already was a mess. Especially after... All of that.

I lifted my head up and looked out the window. It was dark outside, and when I stood and peeked through, I couldn't make out much of anything. I found a latch on the window and I pulled. The latch gave way and I pushed open the window. The smell of salt and the light breeze of the Mediterranean hit my face as soon as the window opened. I closed my eyes and breathed in the rare scent. The sea was unavailable in London, most especially where I resided, but the change of it here and now... It was exhilarating. Very. I sighed and rested my chin on the windowsill, letting the ocean breeze caress my face.

I couldn't help but recall the kiss. Over and over and over again. I groaned, twisted around and flopped onto my bed. "What the bloody hell am I supposed to do now!?" I muttered. Covering my face won't do, I'll end up imagining him and his lips on mine and every other damn thing!

I realised something then. We were in Africa. Not in London. Which would mean that... he would never know of what happened! I smiled then, after not smiling for an entire day. He would never ever know of what happened between Mr. Ambrose and I. He would never ever know of this trip. He would never ever know of anything that I have been doing for so long!

My smile grew wider and I rolled over. "The only thing I need is for him to not become my husband." I shuddered violently at the thought. My thoughts consumed me, and I ended up briefly thinking about the kiss only once. I had to thank the gods that I hadn't done that to him. Not that I ever would. It would probably scar me.

My stomach grumbled and I sat up. I hadn't eaten anything in a long while. I stood and then left my room, towards the kitchen. It was the most visited place other than my room. What could I do, the food were simply all delicacies!

The kitchen was dark and empty when I entered it. Looks like I'm gonna have to go through it in the dark... I thought biting my lip. I shrugged and then wandered around... And ended up knocking things over.

"Oh, crap! No, no, no, no. Gotcha! Oops wait, no! Crap, crap, crap!" I said loudly. A light flared, briefly blinding me and I came in sight with the chef. In my hands were a couple pots and pans, my mouth held two spoons, I balanced a plate on my foot, and I was teetering off to the side. The chef's eyes went up and I followed his gaze. There was a big pot right above my head and it looked as if it was about to fall. When my eyes landed on it, they widened. I looked down at the chef. "Helphff?" I looked pleadingly at him and he didn't answer. Nor did he move. I spat out the spoons at him and he jumped back, knocking over a bowl.

That set off a chain of kitchen appliances falling in a strange manner. The final outcome was over my head.

The big pot was hit by a wooden spoon and slid down the rack. I looked down, squeezing my eyes shut. THUNK! Pain flared all on my head and I heard multiple clatters and then a thud and finally... Nothing.

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When I woke, I was on a soft... thing. My eyes fluttered open and I tried getting up but gasped in pain. My hand flew to my head and I expected a huge bump there, but there was just a little tiny one. I groaned and flopped back into bed. I rolled over to the wall gently rubbing my head. Sighing, I closed my eyes when a door opened. I twisted my neck to face it and found a tall man standing there.

"Are you awake yet?" I rolled my eyes.

"No, sir, I'm still sleeping but talking to you at the same time!" I responded, sitting up.

"What were you even doing?"

"Well, I'd entered the kitchen to eat because I was hungry. Or am I not supposed to do that either?"

"You are but without causing so much of a ruckus."

"It's not my fault that it's dark inside!"

"But it is your fault for not using your brains and turning on the gas lamp."

"There was none!"

"What do you mean there was none, of course there was a-"

"No, you dimbat, I meant that I wasn't able to find one in the vicinity! Besides, there's no such thing as automatic gas lamp switches when you pull a lever or press a button!" I said irritably. Mr. Ambrose sighed and rubbed his forehead. I grinned, knowing I was getting under his skin and driving him mad.

"Well if you've finished eating or not-"

"I haven't eaten a morsel of food."

"-then get to bed. We have places to be tomorrow morning." He said, ignoring my interjection.

"What places exactly?"

"Find out." Was all he said before leaving and slamming the door shut behind him. I sighed, realising that he hadn't bothered to ask about my head.

Right then, as if he'd just heard me, the door opened again and Mr. Ambrose's head popped in.

"Yes sir?"

"There was a gas lamp to the right of you when you entered. Remember that now." He quickly left and I was seething. But just a little.

Who am I kidding? Why on earth would he want care about my head? Or my condition for that matter? I let out a long sigh before leaving my room to eat. And actually eat. And not get knocked out.

The chef was there, putting away all the fallen kitchen items. I didn't know how long I had been out to wonder how long he'd been putting away the pots, pans and spoons. But judging from the amount of hastiness in it, he'd just been told to do it now.

"Oh it's you again." He said, when I entered.

"Yes it is. Am I allowed to eat here?"

"Well yes, as long as you don't make a mess again." I rolled my eyes.

"What's to eat?"

"Remnants of supper."

"Like...?" I prodded. He didn't answer but set out all the plates of food in front of me. My eyes widened.

All I saw was foods that I'd never really seen before. But they all looked very tasty. "Enjoy." The chef said and left.

Oh I'd enjoy alright.

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About an hour later, I finished a little bit of everything. I was so full! That was indeed a very good supper.

And the entire time I couldn't help but to think about the things that had happened earlier.

No! Now's not the time, just enjoy your blasted food please! I sighed and got up.

Never again. I thought. Never ever again. I reached my room, tired and full and my brain just couldn't stay away from it.

Oh why oh why had I said anything at all? Why!? What the heck came over me?

I didn't know. I didn't know anything anymore. I didn't know how to solve my problems.

All I knew was that I said it and I couldn't take it back. I buried my face into my pillow.

We kissed and I ended up whispering something I never thought I'd've admitted to anyone at all. Not even Ella. I said it against his lips and I regretted it. I regretted it entirely.

I fell into an uneasy sleep and could not stop thinking about the three little words I told him.

I love you.

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I'm just gonna sit around here

Let that sink in

Let y'all fangirl n stuff.

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They're basically married now

So whatever. xD

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I'm sorry for the hella late update. (LOL)

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