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Chapter 18-The Sausage Cucumber Salad

Katerina Kolosov's POV

I frowned. Why the hell was my pillow so freaking hard?

Trying to find a more comfortable position, I found that I was trapped. Growling in frustration and coupled with the pounding headache I was having, I opened my eyes to see that I was not in my room.

Looking down at myself, I realized that I was not wearing my clothes and a tan muscular arm was wrapped around my middle, my legs were tangled up with another leg. Looking up, I was met with Raphael's face. His eyes were shut and he was snoring a little.

I sighed as I studied him. He really did have a restraint of a priest. I thought dropping the towel in front of him would do it but nooo, he turned away and went to sleep. I obviously wasn't that drunk like he had thought. After all I was the responsible one last night at the club so that Lexi and Savannah could let loose.

I really did want him but hell, Raphael was stubborn. What would it take for him to snap? Flaunting myself in front of him didn't work, seduction didn't. Would jealousy do it?

I sighed heavily and shifted around so that I could face Raphael. Looking down at the clothes that I was wearing that belonged to Raphael, something hit me. It was a warm feeling in my chest. I couldn't explain it but waking up beside him and wearing his clothes did something to me.

It was as if I could get used to this. This referring to waking up in bed with Raphael and well wearing his clothes to sleep. Frowning, I pushed that warm feeling away along with the thoughts it brought along and squirmed out of bed and into the bathroom, leaving Raphael still snoring away.

Finding a spare toothbrush, I brushed my teeth and left Raphael's room to get some breakfast and some Advil. One of the things I had to thank my mom for was the ability to not get sick and throw up when I had a hangover. Because my dad did that.

Searching through Raphael's kitchen, I grabbed a glass of water and the miracle pill and swallowed it. Looking at the time, it was quite early to be up on a Sunday morning and I sighed and decided to get breakfast ready knowing that I couldn't get back into the same bed with Raphael.

Breakfast was milk and cereal.

I was too lazy to cook and I wasn't that good like my parents were. Maybe because I didn't have the interest and whatnot.

Seeing that Raphael was still asleep, I decided to change into last night's clothes before I went home later. I was sure that my parents would have questions. Oh the joy.

I headed back to the spare bathroom and dressed before leaving to the living room where my jacket was. I was tugging my jacket back on when Raphael entered and looked at me sleepily. "Where are you going?"

His voice was thick from sleep and when he spoke, it was a little rough and husky. I answered with a shrug. "Nowhere, breakfast is in the kitchen, it's cereal. Don't expect me to cook."

A twitch on his lips made me grin and he sighed before going back to his room to get dressed and wash up. Heading to the kitchen, I grabbed a bowl and waited for Raphael. Soon enough, he entered the kitchen fully dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans.

"Had a good morning? Sobered up? I'm surprised you're not having a massive hangover." Raphael commented, his eyes lingering on my top that showed a hint of cleavage.

"I only have a headache because I wasn't that drunk to begin with." I say casually.

"Well, what about that whole performance you had last night?" He demanded, his blue eyes were narrowed and focused on me. I gave him a shrug and smirked.

"That was all me. Not the alcohol talking. Is it that weird that your girlfriend wants to sleep with you?"

Raphael clenched his jaw and studied me for any signs of a lie while I stared at him with a triumphant smirk. I couldn't read the flash of emotions on his face but I did catch one and it was annoyance.

Abruptly, he stood up and went over to me. "How I may help you?" I say with a smug grin and he scowled. "Get up." He ordered.

"Why?" I questioned and turned away from him. He growled and picked me up and hefted me over his shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?" I demanded harshly and I realised we were in his room.

He put me down and cornered me against the wall. "This is for you being such a fucking tease." He snarled and without a moment of hesitation, he crashed his lips against mine in a punishing and bruising kiss.

Whoa, when the hell did Raphael get so demanding and possessive? It was honestly quite a turn on if I was being truthful with myself.

His lips moved against mine roughly and I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair, not caring that I was tugging on those blond strands too roughly.

His hands moved to my hips and gripped on them tightly as he kissed me with a hot and punishing kiss. It was as if he was trying to possess me with this kiss, branding his mark on me. I loved it.

His lips left my mouth and travelled down to my throat, leaving scathing marks as he bit and kissed the sensitive skin there. I shut my eyes as the pleasure of his intoxicating kisses invaded my senses. All I could think of was him.

As he pressed himself against me, I could feel the length of him on my hip and I shifted about trying to get the right angle. However his hold on my waist was firm and all I succeeded in was making myself ache for him.

"Did you enjoy seeing me being tortured by you yesterday?" His husky voice sounded and I opened my eyes to look at him through half-lidded eyes.

Hearing a lack of response from me, Raphael gripped my ass and spanked me. My eyes widened in shock and any protests I had faded when his lips went back to mine.

Groaning, I arched my back involuntarily and sighed in pleasure as his hands moved up my body and stroked the side of my breasts, the only material separating his fingers and my body was my jacket and top.

The phone ringing interrupted our make up session and I opened my eyes and fished my phone from my pocket. Seeing that my movements were too slow, I had missed the call.

Raphael pulled away and stared at me with a satisfied expression and I almost wanted to deck him. I was all hot and bothered and he had the nerve to smirk at me smugly? Oh, he was going to pay!

"What the hell?" I demanded harshly and Raphael shrugged, his eyes gazing at my heaving chest before meeting my eyes. "Now, you should know better than to tease me." He smirked and sauntered out of the room, going back to the kitchen for his bowl of cereal.

I scowled and stalked out of the room, pissed as hell.

As Raphael drove me home, we were enveloped in silence. No, it wasn't one os anger of discomfort, it was a comfortable one. The question was on the tip of my tongue and I wanted to ask Raphael that so badly but I held it back.

I would feel stupid asking it but fuck that. I wasn't one for shying away during awkward conversations. Straightening in my seat, I turned to Raphael and studied him before asking.

"Since when were you so...demanding?" I questioned, hell I knew the way I phrased that question was awkward and ridiculous but I knew that Raphael knew what I was referring to.

"Since always. Why was it too rough?" He grinned and I could feel heat blossom on my cheeks. "No. I liked it. I was just wondering since when were you that sort of person." I answered nonchalantly and Raphael snorted.

"If you haven't noticed. I'm a guy." He pointed out and I rolled my eyes at that.

"Clearly." I mumbled and he entered the driveway of my house. "Thanks for letting me stay at your house." I offered with a smile and Raphael smirked.

"Of course, even though you were being a fucking tease." He grumbled and I laughed and exited the car. Just as I did that, my mother came out of the house and beamed. "Kat, invite Raphael in for lunch."

I opened my mouth to protest but she went back in the house before I could say a thing. Knowing better than to enter the house without Raphael, I turned back to his car.

"Katerina, is there something wrong?" He questioned with a frown. I shook my head and pursed my lips. "Yes. My mother would like you to join us for lunch."

Raphael blinked and frowned. "How is that considered as something wrong?"

I rolled my eyes. "My dad is at home." I grumbled as if that fact explained everything. Raphael grinned. "It'll be fine. I have your mother's protection."

I snorted and sighed. "Alright. I'll head in first while you go and park your car." Raphael nodded and I leaned forward through the open window to kiss him chastely on the lips.

Pulling away, I gave him one last grin before entering my house. Walking into the kitchen, I stopped at the sight of my dad chopping away food with a gleaming blade.

"Dad, what are you doing? Mom said lunch is already prepared." I questioned warily and my dad plastered on a bright smile that I was sure was hurting him internally and said, "I'm making salad."

"Why? You hate salad." I pointed out and my dad waved his hand that was holding onto the knife dismissively, "No, I don't. This salad is different. It's made of sausages and cucumbers."

I pursed my lips, knowing the direction where all this was heading to. Someone, please help me.

"Dad, you're kidding." I stated flatly, glad that Raphael was still parking his car before he could see...whatever my dad was doing before we had lunch as a family.

"No, I mean, don't you just love sausage cucumber salad?" My dad asked as he faced us and started to chop some sausages.

I shot him a flat expression, knowing what he was really doing, "Dad!" I hissed and he frowned at me, "What's wrong Kat? I mean, can't you see how hard it is to chop these sausage piece into slices. I mean look!" He jabbed at the sausage with the knife brutally and I glanced up to see Raphael entering the kitchen.

Looking at my boyfriend, he was looking at my father with a slightly amused expression, clearly knowing what he was up to. While I was secretly hoping someone would kill me. Preferably right now.

"Oh! No wonder! I was using the bluntest knife!" my dad exclaimed as he jabbed at the sausage and I wanted to bang my head on the wall. "It's alright! I have the sharpest knife here!"

My dad announced and took another knife from the drawer and began slicing at the sausage savagely, "Oh this is really sharp, I'm sure I definitely could cut any body part with this blade!"

I groaned in frustration and shouted out, "Mom!"

Immediately my dad stopped his slicing of the vegetable and the sausage and he scowled at me. "Kitty Kat, lets just leave it to the men will you? Because we all know, making salad is important."

I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms, "There is no such thing as sausage cucumber salad!" I hissed and dad shot me a condescending look.

"How would you know? This dish has been in the Kolosov family for generations." He sniffed with disdain and I rolled my eyes. "That's bullshit and you know it." I pointed out deadpanned and my dad shrugged and continued chopping.

"Suit yourself. Why don't you go get Seb and Charlie so we can have lunch." He suggested innocently while he sliced the sausage professionally.

"Not a chance in hell." I said defensively, knowing that my father wanted me out so that he could have a 'chat' with Raphael alone.

"Alright. Swear jar for you Kat. Hi Raphael. And Slade, what are you-What is all this?" Mom entered the kitchen and stared at the mess my dad created.

My dad sulked, not happy that mom had foiled his plans before placing the knife down. "Sausage cucumber salad."

The look on my mom's face was priceless and all she could do was mumble under her breath. "Oh Slade."  

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