Chapter 120 - From Your Hands

"Hold onto something, please!" Even her accent had changed. Cage, in all fairness, couldn't concentrate on the game because he was engrossed in her reactions. She was so f.u.c.k.i.n.g entertaining.

"I love this new intro," she said, excitement clear in her demeanor.

"The first one was different. Even the soft launch didn't have it if I remember correctly," Cage commented from the side. She was fully engrossed in the game, but taking him through it, letting him see exactly what she was thinking throughout it.

"Jesus, please don't prank me..." she whispered as things on the screen started to open and close on their own. He sniggered, figuring out that she was afraid of the paranormal.

Good to know. He filed the information away for later use. "I didn't know Jesus had such fabulous abs." The screen was pointed at a cross on the wall. Cage was trying his best not to laugh out loud.

"What is this sound?" She was creeped out. The music was getting intense. She jumped when a door closed on the character's face. Her expression was weird and in total concentration at the same time.

"This Jessica is stealing her moves from The Shining," she sniggered as a wave of blood came down the corridor on the scene.

"What the f.u.c.k? How did this camera survive a chopper crash? How did the character survive? What bullshit."

"This guy needs to clean his nails. They look nasty."

Note: she is a little OCD, too. He had already known from their conversations, but now it was more concrete.

After half an hour, she let up and gave him the seat.

"Did my commentary bother you?" she asked. He shook his head.

"It was cute. You had me totally entertained and engrossed in the plot." He couldn't say that he was mostly looking at her and had a basic idea of the plot.

He played effortlessly and she watched in fascination. What the hell. He was so good at it. His fingers flew over the keyboard. No wonder he was stealing everything from her that first day. She had improved but so had he.

When did he get time to play?

She asked him as much.

"I have a hard time going to sleep, so I play. I got better because I have been playing something or the other since my childhood." What a charmer.

"How are you good at everything?" She pouted.

"You'll soon realize that it is a misconception. I am good at nothing in particular."

"I find that hard to believe," she scoffed.

"You must believe it, little girl.. or slowly you will find out how disappointing I am."

She chuckled as she shook her head but did nothing.

"We just spent the whole evening playing games, what do we do now?" she asked after a moment of silence. He contemplated for a minute before shrugging.

"We'll eventually have to cook something to eat and I am sure that Stephen is going to come back at some point to check on me."

"Cooking sounds good. Stephen is your manager, right?" she asked. Of course, she knew everything about him.. because she was a fangirl but she didn't have to act starstruck.

No, to tell the truth, she wasn't starstruck. She was just fascinated by the turn of events. She felt close to him like she knew him. Not Cage Cavanaugh the superstar, but Cage the man. Something she had never known about him. She had idolized him as a god, but now she saw him as a human with flaws and feelings and.. hers. It was a pleasant feeling.

"Hm. He's also one of my friends." He frowned. "Angelina said something that struck me, though." Katherine perked up in interest. "She said that you can't be friends with someone you employ." He sighed.

Katherine thought about it for some time. "While I agree with her to some degree, one cannot really compartmentalize their personal and professional life. Especially when your personal life is so entwined with your professional one. You pretend to be other people and remain in the limelight because of your private life."

"That is true, too." He sulked.

"Don't think too much about it. There is a thing about people who share their everyday life with each other. He has been with you for a very long time, and it is a normal transition of relationship to be your close confidante."

historical

She could understand his dilemma. He lived a life where everyone he was surrounded with had something they could get from him. It must have been tough living that life, always wondering if the person next to you was being deceptive to profit off of you.

"Let's go. I'll cook you some sumptuous food." She extended her hand to him and beckoned him over. He smiled sweetly and grabbed into it without hesitation.

"Whatever will you cook for me, love?" he asked as he let her lead him.

"Whatever is in my fridge. You might just get instant noodles," she warned him lightly.

"From your hands, everything is ambrosia."

'Ah, a man after my heart!' she sighed inside.

Thank god the fridge was fully stocked. She pulled out the veggies and the meats. She pulled out some pasta from the cabinet, too. She would go for the kill, the dish she cooked best- one-pot mixed pasta. It was something she had made up on her own when she couldn't decide which non-vegetarian option she wanted to eat that day.

She carefully chopped and diced, chatting with him while doing her work with ease. He watched, fascinated. This was an image of domestication that he had never imagined he would be a part of.

He had seen his parents be like this and never thought 'he' would have something like that. But there he was, looking at her with wonder in his eyes, praying this would never end.

"What did your manager say?" she asked out of the blue. She looked over her shoulder, glancing at him. He was wearing a s.e.xy half-smile.

"He was wondering if I had already jumped you or not. He also wanted to know more about your friend Angelina." His admission made her raise her eyebrows.