Chapter 6

Chapter 6

CeeCee’s pov

I loved being so free here. Being able to cook everything I loved. In my families restaurant I get to cook, but never what I wanted. I have lost that passion I once had for cooking until now. I finally feel like myself again. I am finally happy to bad this can’t last forever.

Now that I am allowing my father to marry me off I will never get that back. My father thinks women should be barefoot and pregnant. So, once I was married I would no longer be cooking at the restaurant. I would be waiting on my husband hand and foot. He would be in total control.

If I married Hunter, he would still allow me to follow my dreams. He even encouraged them. We had all these plans. Now they were all gone. Maybe I should have tried and talked to him first. I just assumed the worse and left.

If he didn’t care about me he wouldn’t keep calling me right. I loved him so much. I honestly don’t think I can marry a man I didn’t love. I know I promised my father, but how could I spend the rest of my life with a complete stranger? My heart belonged to Hunter.

Once I got done with my classes and talked with my fellow chefs I decided to go back to my hotel. Everyone was going out tonight, but I wasn’t up for it. I needed to be alone to think. I had so much on my mind. To much really. When I got to my room I jumped about a thousand feet when I noticed Hunter sitting on my bed.

“Hunter how are you here in my hotel room?”

“I came to find you.”

“How did you know where I was?”

“I went to your families restaurant to eat hoping I’d run into you. Your mother said you were here for some kind of cooking contest and to take a few classes. Then she proceeded to tell me about your upcoming wedding that’s happening when you get back that you failed to mention to me.”

He looked so broken and hurt when he said that. How could he be hurt when he doesn’t even love me? He looked up at me and I could clearly see the tears in his eyes. I hated seeing him like this. I wanted to fix this.

“Look Hunter it’s not what you think.”

“Were we just a joke? Did you not love me?”

“How could you even ask me that? You were the one that was ashamed of me.”

I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I finally let the tars fall. I loved this man and he hurt me. He treated me as if I was worthless. He has no right to be angry. He did this to us not me.

Why did he even come here? Was it just to hurt me? Why would my mother even send him here? I was going to have a very long talk with her. After seeing Hunter and feeling all this pain I was more set-on marrying whoever my father picked for me. Love is pain and I wanted no part of it.

Hunter just looked at me as if I was crazy. He needed to leave. I didn’t want him here. All he was doing was making me think of what could have been. We were done. If he ever gave a damn about me he wouldn’t have hid me away. I was done with his excuses.

I wanted a man that would ne proud to have me on his arm. Someone that made me feel beautiful even on days that I didn’t. Hunter was not that guy. He wanted to keep me a secret. I was to stay in his bed hidden away from everyone. I felt ashamed for putting up with it for so long.

I was a beautiful woman. Yes, I had curves, but I was proud of them. I had a voice and it was time I used it. No man was ever going to bring me down again. My father included. I would marry whoever he picked but I wasn’t going to give up my dreams.

Maybe I would just stay here and learn all I could about cooking then open up my own little bistro. I was going to take control of my own life. I still loved Hunter and I probably always will, but I was done with all this pain that came along with it. I wiped my eyes and forced myself to look at him. This ended today.