Trey That was the last time we saw William. I never met my biological father and most likely never will. Mama said she was too drunk to remember who he is anyway. Even though she'd never admit, Mama did resent me for calling the cops on William. He was abusive, but he did help pay the bills. Without him, she had to work twice as much and that left me to raise Candy and Jeremiah until I left for culinary school. Then, I hurried and got a job so I could still provide for them and send Mama a decent amount of money each month. As I drive to my penthouse, desperate to distract myself from worrying about my dreams failing, I catch sight of a cozy little bar just around the corner from my restaurant. A drink won't hurt right now. I'll just make sure I stick to just the one. I step inside and my eyes immediately lock on the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. —————————————— What the fuck was I thinking? I look in the rear vi
TreyI pull into my designated parking space and turn off the engine. She glances over at me, her serious gaze intensified by chocolate eyes that look caramel underneath the sunlight. "Just because you take me to some fancy penthouse doesn't mean I'm sleeping with you," Kiara states. I chuckle lowly. "Oh trust me sweetheart, I don't want anything like that from you." My heart sinks a little when I catch a glimpse of sorrow in her eyes, yet she remains silent. I hope I didn't hurt her feelings- Hope I didn't hurt her feelings? Who am I? Drake? Since she's still very intoxicated, I offer to carry her, but she declines and holds my arm instead. We step into the elevator together, and there's this palpable tension in the air as we ascend. Every part of this feels wrong. Even when I lived in Texas, I never brought women back to my apartment. It's too intimate, and I swear, it's not because I have commitment issues. As a chef, I just love t
Kiara Waking up in a bed that's warm and cozy, but unfamiliar, feels strange because I've been sleeping in my car for almost a week now. Ugh, my head is pounding from the hangover. As I sit up, the sheet slips off and I realize I'm completely naked. Oh no! I must have slept with that guy from the bar. Did I really drink that much that I don't remember anything? I mean, I should at least be feeling sore somewhere, right? "Don't worry, I didn't touch you." I snap my head in the direction of his deep, husky voice. He's sitting in a chair across from the bed, his cold gaze fixed on me. How long has he been there watching me sleep? And if he didn't touch me, why am I naked? In HIS bed? I ask in a hushed tone, my mouth suddenly feeling parched, " what time is it?" "Quarter to midnight." My cheeks burn with humiliation. Not only am I in his bed, but I've spent the entire day sleeping in it. I'm officially never drinking AGAIN! "I'm so sorry, I sho
Kiara Am I hearing this correctly? After everything that happened today, he still wants to sleep with me? I maintain my composure, but inside, I'm filled with immense curiosity and a burning desire for him to just start fucking me on this table. "And if I don't want that?" I ask cooly. "You can sleep on the couch and I'll still drop you off, but I have a feeling you want this just as badly. Am I right?" The cocky bastard already knows the answer, but he wants to hear me admit it aloud. "I do," I nearly whisper. He hums, amusement and lust swirling in his eyes. "Good. I have a few rules then." Rules? Do you really need rules for a one-night-stand? I lick my lips. How the hell do they keep getting dry? "Please continue." "If we're going to do this, I don't want to know anything else about you, not even your name. I don't kiss. I won't touch you without a condom, and if you're expecting any sentimental, romantic shit, just know it's not going to happ
Kiara My thoughts are interrupted as Trey slowly works his dick inside me, opening and stretching my walls around him. I didn't get a chance to look at it before, but it must be huge because I feel like it's splitting me in two. Once he has filled me to the hilt, he stills, waiting for me to get used to his size. "You're so fucking tight, Cupcake," he grunts. And he's too fucking big! My face twists in agony. If I make a sound, I won't be able to hold back the scream, so I bite my cheek instead. As the searing burn gradually melts into pleasure, I rock my hips slowly back and forth on his cock. I find a steady rhythm and completely lose myself in the sheer ecstasy of it. I start to wonder if I'm doing a good job. I don't mind him fucking me from behind, but I really wish I could see his expression. What if I'm not pleasing him correctly? He suddenly hisses through his teeth, "Goddamn. This pussy is so hot, so wet, so tight for me." Well, I guess that answe
Trey What was I thinking? Why did I go against my better judgment and have sex with her? Not only was that the best sex I've ever had, but I had to fight the urge to flip her over and fuck her in missionary. I usually despise eye contact, yet I wanted to see her face as she came for me. I wanted to hear her scream my real name, the one that I promised myself I wouldn't disclose to her. I didn't catch a wink of sleep replaying our night on repeat, even though I was the one who cut it short. I can't help but feel a pang of guilt for the way she looked at me before I left. I probably made her think I didn't want her, or she didn't perform well. Both are untrue. If anything, it took all my strength to resist fucking her senseless. I wanted to make her come over and over again until she begged me to stop. I hop in the shower, making sure to scrub her intoxicating scent off my body. When I step out, she is still peacefully asleep in my bed. The craving for my little Cupcak
Trey "Chef, what the hell are you doing here so early?" Alex asks, strolling into the building. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I ended up here at the restaurant. It's ironic how I had a one night stand to take my mind off the restaurant, but now I'm here needing a distraction from thinking about the hookup. "Waiting on the electrician," I answer wearily, exhaling a sigh as I bring the glass to my lips. "Hey, are you having a drink right now?" He looks at his watch and raises an eyebrow. "It's only 9am!" I shake my head. "It's only water." My heart warms knowing Alex looks out for me. He's fully aware about my parents' alcoholism and makes sure I don't tumble down that same path. I appreciate that more than he knows. His eyes soften with relief. "Oh, good. You know Chef, I told you the electrician might not come today." I'm fully aware he's not. The asshole is taking his sweet time like this isn't urgent. I'm almost starting to believe he has a personal vendetta ag
Kiara REJECTED. I stare at the screen for a long time. Maybe a little too long because my eyes are starting to hurt. "Damn it!" I slam the laptop shut and toss it onto the passenger seat. This is the fourth publishing company that rejected my manuscript as it is. It seems like without adding more explicit sex scenes, it won't sell at all. Out of nowhere, I hear a knock on the window. It's Ms. Hill, looking worried. "Hey baby, are you alright? It seems like every time I come down here, you're sitting in this car." I flash a fake smile. "Oh yeah, just enjoying the peace and quiet. My boyfriend's video games are kinda loud and overstimulating." It's not like I'm going to admit to anyone what's really going on. Ms. Hill is a kind, older woman that has aged like fine wine. She has to be sixty or seventy, but she could easily pass for someone in their forties. Her mahogany skin glows underneath the garage lights, and she always wear
Kiara I take her tiny hand in mine and lead her inside the house. When she sees Trey, she runs to him. "Grandpa, I missed you!" "VioletPie!" Trey responds with equal enthusiasm, scooping her up and swinging her up into his arms. I smile at the adorable interaction, my heart warming at the bond they share. I thought Trey couldn't get sexier as a chef, but watching him be a father and grandfather is everything. He is so kind and patient with kids, you'd never think he used to be a menace in high school. As I glance at the clock, I realize that TJ, his husband, and two daughters should arrive soon. Winston and his wife recently welcomed a baby, so we're giving them space to adjust to their new family dynamic. Candice and Cassie will probably be late, but they always show up eventually. As for Jeremiah, who now lives in Texas with his wife, we won't be seeing him today, but he'll most likely come down for Christmas. William peacefully passed away in his sleep five years ag
Kiara "Cupcake, they'll be here soon!" Trey's voice calls from downstairs where the delicious smell of food permeates the house. "Shit, I'm coming!" I shout back, quickly submitting my manuscript to my editor—the sixtieth and final book of my writing career. I decided that it's time I retire and enjoy some well-deserved adventures with my husband. Next week we're going to Hawaii for our thirtieth-year anniversary, and the idea of peace and relaxation fills me with excitement. As I walk through the hallway towards the stairs, I can't help but glance at the wall adorned with a collage of photos of our family. Trey and I have faced many obstacles together, but despite it all, we've achieved so much. What did Maggie used to call us? Oh yeah...a power couple. Yeah, I think we've lived up to that nickname. Each photo on the wall serves as a testament to our resilience and everlasting love that has carried us through every twist and turn of our journey together. My eyes
TreyThe remainder of the night unfolds beautifully. Following dinner, Kiara and I take to the dance floor for our first dance, swaying to "You Are The Reason" by Leona Lewis and Calum Scott. After we return to our seats, everyone starts running to the dance floor. Meanwhile, Magnolia peacefully sleeps in Kiara's arms as we watch them dance. I can't help but smile as a sense of contentment washes over me. The room is filled with laughter and smiles and infectious energy of people just reveling in the moment — exactly what I had hoped for. "Can I hold her?" Williams asks eagerly, reaching out for his granddaughter with a twinkle of adoration in his eyes. Kiara beams. "Of course. We're about to go dance anyway, right Trey?" I nod. She made sure there were multiple songs in our playlist that we could line dance to. After carefully passing Magnolia into his arms, ensuring not to disturb her sleep, Kiara seizes my hand. "Let's go, Candice!" she exclaims, her excitement
Trey "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," the minister declares, his voice ringing through the chapel. We had planned to get married before our daughter was born, but at twenty eight-weeks pregnant, she tried to come early, and Kiara was put on bed rest for the remainder of the pregnancy. It was a rough ass time for her, but of course, my amazing wife managed to get through it and successfully deliver our healthy nine-pound baby. For someone who didn't let her Mama eat much without throwing up, she sure weighed a lot. Hand in hand, surrounded by our family and guests, we stroll down the aisle, cheers mingling with the soft patter of rice raining down on us. With 'Lux Temptations' on the same block as the chapel, we decided that everyone would walk there together. Of course, It only made sense for us to have the reception at our restaurant, the best in Virginia. My staff volunteered their time and effort today to cater my wedding as l
Kiara I feign a pout at the command. "But I want to make the demands tonight." He smacks my ass as I move into position, causing me to giggle, "Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Chef." Trey's fingers softly graze over my skin, making me shiver in anticipation as he trails all the way from the nape of my neck to my pussy. Then, I feel him spit on my asshole, and I moan as I feel it drip down. He hums as if he's contemplating something. "Are you sure you can handle me fucking you hard tonight, Cupcake?" Always. "Yes, Sir," I whimper needily. He smacks my ass again. "What? I didn't hear you." "Yes, Sir!" I say louder. Hoping it makes him lose control, I wiggle my ass for him. Obviously it works because he grips my hips and impales me with his cock. He grabs my ponytail tightly, using it as a reign as he pounds into me. "H-Holy...holy...s-shitttt," I stammer, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he demolishes my pussy. There's something about pregnancy that makes sex so much more amazi
Kiara I needed this. His touch brings back the peace that was disrupted when we went to my parents house. I expected a bad reaction, but nowhere as explosive as my mom was. There's a chance she may not want to be in our lives after today, but honestly, I think I'm okay with that. I'm tired of trying to live up to her expectations just because the life she chose to live wasn't fulfilling to her. I won't make the same mistake. I know for certain that even if she doesn't show up for me and my daughter, I have people that will. Once we return downstairs, the aroma of pizza fills the air. William, Jeremiah, and Candice are sitting at the table, engaged in conversation and laughter. Candice waves us over with a smile. "Hey guys, we were just talking about a weekly game night or something, at least until you have the baby," she suggests enthusiastically. I smile. "I love that idea. What do you think?" I ask Trey. He smirks in response. "Hell yeah, but we're not playing S
Kiara I'm rendered speechless as we step into the house, marveling at all of the changes they've made. Despite the remodeling, Maggie's home still exudes the same cozy warmth it always has. When Trey mentioned he had a surprise for me, one that would be revealed once it was completed, I suspected that it was a house or something. Never did I anticipate that it would be Maggie's. Yet, I'm so damn happy and grateful that it is. It somehow makes me feel even closer to her knowing we'll live in the same space that she raised her children in. Soon, we'll be raising our own children here. "You guys did this yourselves?" I ask, pausing in the dining room, my eyes resting on Maggie's table, the very one I've eaten countless meals or sat talking with Maggie. "William, J, and I did all the hard work," Trey beams, "and, of course, Candy did all of the interior decorating." Candy slaps her brother's arm. "Just so you know, that was hard too, asshole," she laughs, shooting him a pl
Trey "I love my girls so much," I murmur, feeling a lump form in my throat from the overwhelming rush of love and pride bursting from my chest. Kiara sniffles, her voice thick with emotion. "We love you too." Suddenly, my phone vibrates, breaking the tender moment. Glancing at the screen, the text says, "it's done." I kiss her passionately, savoring her lips before I pull a blindfold out of my pocket and reach over to cover her eyes, gently tying it behind her head. "What's this for?" she asks, grinning. "Time for the surprise you've been waiting so impatiently for," I say, my voice brimming with excitement as I pull out of her parent's driveway. My heart races, imagining how she's going to react when I reveal the long-awaited surprise. I really hope she loves it. It's not long before we pull up at a familiar address, although the house has been completely transformed in the past four months. "We're here," I announce, swallowing hard as I step out of the car. The
TreyAll eyes shift to Kiara, a thick tension growing in the room as they wait for her to speak. Her mouth opens and closes, but she seems unable to form the words. Glancing up at me, her face flushed with distressed, she screams for help with her eyes. I squeeze her hand to let her know that everything's alright. Clearing my throat, and stand up. Who knows why; maybe it's because I'm accustomed to making announcements this way at my restaurant. "We're having a little girl together," I say proudly, unable to contain my grin. Although I can hardly believe it myself, I've heard her little heartbeat and watched her suck her thumb at the last ultrasound. To say I'm over the moon is a fucking understatement. I feel the peace in the room pop like a bubble. Her father stares at us in stunned silence. The color drains from her ex's face and he looks as if he may be stick to his stomach that it's with me and not him. Meanwhile, her sister bursts out laughing, the sound echoing through t