HIS TRUE BEAUTY

That tone in her voice, she is really angry. Bruno’s eyes won’t leave her.

You better apologize man.

I was so involved that I didn’t know when Beauty got to the door.

She angrily pushed it , it hit my face.

“Oh my gosh I am sorry”.

She apologized then paused knowing that I must’ve been there listening to their conversations.

“You….. why are you peeping by the way, I wish that could hurt you more..”she snapped angrily and walked towards the kitchen.

Okay she is really angry now.

I will give her a space till she’s all melted down.

**BRUNO’S POV**

Screw it! Did I just body shamed her?

There’s nothing to body shame in her body seriously , I guess I was trying to protect her from exposing her body then I went for it the wrong way.

I feel so bad!

I said it so that she can put back her jacket

not like she was indecently dressed, Just a sleeveless bodice.

I am being unnecessary childish and possessive.

She’s healthily thick with nice skin, now she going to get all the guys to stare at her, her bouncy curves and all that, I could have been nicer.

She must be feeling really bad and depressed at the moment.

“I have to apologize”.

I went into the kitchen, the model girls started cheering for me , I don’t really know why until I followed their gazes.

Oh now I get it , I came out of the room shirtless.

Ignoring the fan-girling, I looked around searching for Beauty.

“Are you looking for your roomie sir Bruno, She’s in the vegetable garden in there, she want to get fresh rosemary and curry”.

One of the new models told me pointing at the door.

“Thanks”

I replied and made to go.

“Oh my gosh he’s so gentle”.

“He hardly talk, you’re lucky girl!”

I heard the new girls cheered in a whisper.

I walked into the garden and found her bending over to pick the veggies. I gulped and immediately walked to her.

“Need any help?”

“No”.

“What are you cooking?

“Nonya”.

I am not sure i ever heard of that food Nonya, is it a Columbian dish?, I thought.

“Nonya..?”

I asked her.

“None of ya business”she replied without looking up at me.

Oh I get it, it made me smile a little.

“I am such an idiot Beauty, I am sorry , my words were harsh and I hurt you back there in the room, I never meant for it to sound like that, about saying no one wants to see that fat.. I want all of it actually, I wish it could be just mine”.

I scratched my neck, cheeks flustered.

This time she stopped then looked up.

“Put on a shirt no one wants to see those flat biceps either”.

I was supposed to smile at that knowing she was being sarcastic but for some reason it made me feel a bit sad and disappoint in myself.

“No one you said? flat biceps?”

She said nothing.

I walked back to the kitchen, pretended to wash my face , the water dripped down my face.

Those girls screamed loudly, I came back to the garden, and ran my hand over my curls, flexing the arm and winked at her.

“Since when ? You turned a brat that is obsessed over his looks?”

That question knocked me off every thirst trap I had working.

“Wow…. are you jealous of me now, because I am being admired more than you roomie… also I don’t care about my looks or what those girls out there thinks, I want you to look at me and tell me the truth, do you think that I have no attractiveness?”

I asked taking a pose again.

She was silent for a moment, like a long pause staring at me.

“Why would you care about my answer it’s irrelevant”.

She muttered dryly and picked up the last vegetable.

She carried the basket into the kitchen without any other questions or words from her.

Did she say irrelevant?

I literally wet my face like an idiot to appear sexy for her.

I have confessed to her once yet she acts as though she got no clue about my feelings!

I got into the kitchen, some girl volunteered to help me with some of the stuffs that Beauty asked me to do as her partner.

“I told you Bruno to bring me the spring onions not some girl!”

She screamed so angrily and loud. That it got everyone attention.

They stared at her for a moment before continuing their works.

I guess she got really upset about the girl helping me out.

“She’s gonna get fired”.

“Did she forgot who Bruno really is?”

“What’s her problem?”

“She wants him all to herself”.

The girls gossip in a whisper.

Beauty decides to get the things herself angrily. I followed her like a puppy, wherever she goes.

Cooking is a skill that it’s still a mystery to me. I have never been to a kitchen literally, it seems so strange how she adds all the flavours and stirring up everytime.

Suddenly she started crying, I thought I was hallucinating for a minute but I am not, there are tears on her cheeks!

I tried to let it go but….

I grabbed her by the hand.

She gasped and looked up , her eyes wide and round.

“What are you doing? Let me go, I almost chop off my finger”.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Come with me”.

I replied and pulled her along.

“What is it? I have to finish cooking!”

She replied.

We got in our room, and I slammed the door shut

“I said am sorry okay, I am sorry, please stop crying”.

She was staring at me confused but still crying.

I held up her chin, and cupped her chubby cheeks in my palm.

Slowly I wiped those tears with my thumb, staring into her wet eyes.

“I am really sorry, I hurt you, I can’t stand seeing you this way, … I am sorry, it’s all my fault”.

She stared at me for sometime, our eyes were like glued to each other.

“What is wrong with you., what’s all that apologies for..”

She said finally.

I was shocked at her words, then suddenly slap off my hands.

” Get your hands off me…, it was the onions silly, I can’t cry over your attitude towards me”.

She said boldly but her flustered face is a bit dramatic I guess, is she blushing because of me?

She picked the kitchen knife and turned to go back to the kitchen.

Wait, onions make people cry?

“Ha! I am just pulling your legs by the way!”

I screamed after her, low-key embarrassed.

The door shut loudly after her.