19 CHAPTER NINETEEN

AMAYA'S POV

Malia is sweet alright? But God she's trouble.

She's been dragging me around this supermarket for hours, I told her I have my clothes already and I'm okay with them.

Although I didn't pick any of the clothes Chase bought for me, I made sure to leave everything behind.

But she's giving me this silly excuse that people around have to dress in some kinda way and although I know she's lying just so she can get me to buy some things but seriously I have no say right now.

"Oh no I'm not picking that, for God sake you've spent too much for me Malia" I say as she looked at this trousers that were hung right in front of us.

"You promised me you'd get anything I asked you to, considering this was my welcome gift to you, pleeeesaee" she pleaded giving me this puppy face.

"Okay, but the last one okay, please Malia?" I pleaded in return and she nodded like a frog. Making her look cute and I laughed.

We went ahead to pick the trousers and seriously we had like 6 big bags full of clothes, where on earth am I going to put them?

As if that wasn't enough, she took me to this salon to get my hair done and for once I didn't argue because I wanted to change my hair anyway.

"How would you like it to look Miss?" I was asked by the hair dresser behind me, touching my hair.

"All black"

"Ooohh that's goood"

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We went ahead to dye my hair full length black and I loved it so much.

"Please tell me that's all" I pleaded and Malia just laughed.

"You're so sweet to be around with , come on let's go"

We drove to the restaurant and it was magnificent.

How could she make this huge business so big.

It was like in the movies, big and very fancy. They were people everywhere, waiters and waitresses walking to and from, busy here and there.

"Wow Malia, this is wonderful" I say as I swallow the beautiful view before me and to be honest it was more than what I expected.

"Thank you Amaya, can you cook very well?" She asks and I smile.

"I can try" I reply raising my shoulders and she smiles.

She lead me to her office, we talked about how I was going to start and everything, and she said I had to undergo a test and I was okay with it.

I was given my apron and the ingredients I was to use for what I was cooking.

I've never made a British food but my test was to make something out of the ingredients provided for me.

when it comes to American food, the country is best known for the stuff that's described by words better suited to greasy, grinding industrial output. But citizens of the USA have an impressive appetite for good stuff, too.

So i decided to make French bouillabaisse, cioppino, a fish stew with an Italian flair.

Cooked in a tomato base with wine and spices and chopped fish.

When I served it to Malia and the chefs monitoring me, they had their mouth wet and asking for more.

They came to an agreement and Malia told me, my food qualified and that I got a place as a cook here and I was really happy that I jumped over Malia and hugged her, tears flowing down my cheeks as I was engulfed in too much happiness.

"Thank you so much Malia, words cannot described how I feel right now"

"We promised Michael we'd make you happy and we will, but this isn't our doing, you did this Amaya, you impressed the rest of the board and that's why you got the job" and that made me even more happier.

"Thank you"

I couldn't wait to start work and do what I love doing

"Cooking".

★★★★★★

Chase's POV

I was standing in front of the mirror looking at the man in suit before me, me.

I was getting married for the second time, and all these times out of option and choices.

I exhale as I saw Jessica walk in and told me it was time.

I tried talking to her but she just stormed out without even looking at me.

I know she hates me now and since she had a good relationship with Amaya, she definitely hates me.

She hasn't spoken with me since she found out I got Judith pregnant and I am getting married to her.

She didn't wanted to be present but Dad told her its an insult to the family name and I believe that's why she's here.

I stand up and walk to the front, waiting for my bride to walk in.

She was brought to me and we exchanged our vows and I hated myself every minute I said those words.

We were done with it and the celebration was taking place now but I wasn't feeling the mood and so I drove out of the venue and went home.

I got a drink in my hand, as tears flow drastically from my eyes, I am deeply in pain.

I miss Amaya every moment I spend without her and it hurts as fuck.

I got myself drunk on an empty stomach.

I will have nothing to do with Judith, my wife or not. She will stay in the other room, because I don't have any plan on letting anything change from Amaya's room.

Her clothes and everything are intact and that will not change.

I know she's not coming back to me but it helps me when I miss her and it was on this bed, her bed that we made love and I don't want anything to change about the room

Her scent, still flies around the room and it gives me both pain and pleasure anytime I was in the room.

I don't know where she is or what she's doing but I hope she's happy and living well.

I really miss her!