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The Billionaire's Hot Chef Why Is All This Happening?
𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄I'd tried to preserve my mental health in so many ways by asking myself the question why. Out of the billions of people in the universe, why did this have to happen to me? The year before, when I was informed about Father's passing, it was said to be an accident. I didn't get this at all. I folded my arms across my shoulder and shut my two eyes, trying to picture how it all happened. It might have been that I misheard one or two things. I was at the office, laptop on the table, coffe as well. We'd just concluded a board meeting. It was around that time that we were planning on releasing the first teaser for what we'd planned for better banking and saving at MBC. Gina was a lot of floors below mine--probably whiliing away time with Solomon. It was then the call came in. Like every normal phone call, I accepted and that was when the doctor dropped the bomb that Father died in car accident. He was brought in dead, by the way. "Excuse me?" I could remember saying and
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Trust
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒She confided in me and even let me sleep on her chest. The excitement made me want to find the nearest cliff and jump off it because we really were making progress. The littlest of things counted to me, and I was so fucking happy that she count actually let it all out where I was. I didn't mean to fall asleep. It just happened, but it didn't feel like she was angry about it. Once I was where other humans were, the look I got from them made me want to turn back and go to her room, but I needed to get a lot of things done tonight. I needed to prepare food for her tonight. "Mate," Malcom called once he found me. If I could find broken glass around, I wouldn't actually mind smashing it against his head because that man was a pin prick in the butt. "You finally saw that cunt, didn't ya?" With that being said, the hot temper of mine that I was trying to keep abate flared up and I grabbed him by the collar, roughly smashing him against the wall. His eyes popped wide open i
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Eyes For You
𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄The sound of people running heat and there kicked my ass out of the bed. My eyes still had sleep in them, but the sight of people running towards the gate eliminated it so quickly. Smoke was billowing, and I got so scared. I was terrified for my life. Where was Marcus? He promised to come later on. I rushed to the balcony to get a better view and things were even so much scarier there. With tears in my ears, I looked around, in search of something handy that I could take along with me. A knock came in, and I was all the more scared, but I still managed to move my legs to see who it was. Before I could form an expression, he pulled me close to him and crashed his lips against mine, his back slamming against the door and closing it. His hot mouth was all over my lips, kissing it nland having a taste of me. He didn't deepen it because he wanted me to be comfortable with it. Releasing my finally, he looked into my eyes. "Fuck, I've been wanting to do this for so
The Billionaire's Hot Chef S!xy
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒I'd do anything to relive last night. Whether it be to kill or sacrifice so many people's lives or burn down the whole world. Whatever it took, I was willing to deliver because she was worth it. I always knew she was going to taste and feel so good because of the millions of fantasies I'd had, but fuck me. I never thought that she was going to be sweet like honey. I wanted to bury myself in her paradise, and never return to the world of humans--if that was possible. I wanted a life where she was all I saw ; morning, afternoon, evening and night time. I'd cook her meals while she told me about everything and anything. I didn't mind living a weird kind of life. All that mattered was that she was involved. Fuck my mind for beginning to think of the future. Did she even think of me that way? Clearly, she loved the sex, but fuck me. I had started seeing things differently and thinking beyond the sex aspect. On so many occasions, I'd be working and suddenly, my mind would
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Other Options
𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 The stress lines on Marcus'sforehead were so damn visible that even I was somewhat scared. His face had gone from happy to sad within the snap of a finger, and the cause was something I was sure I'd never figure out. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked, fear being the order of the say so fucking swiftly. It was like the nerve controlling his speech to a vacation because I could see Marcus try to move his mouth, but fuck if a single word made its way out. It felt as though something had told him that what we had last night wa fucked up and we weren't meant to be at all. I'd stop his brain from doing all that thinking. "Baby?" I whispered into his ear before angling over so that my head was facing his chest, and I kissed the region that I felt beating--his heart. Whatever spell was cast on him immediately turned into nothingness and it felt as though he'd resurrected from the dead like Jesus Christ. Thank heavens. "It's just a whole lot of things going on, Monique
The Billionaire's Hot Chef You're Dead To Me
𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄♚Funny of me to think that we were finally heading somewhere, and it all came crashing down when he uttered those words. Fuck me. Frankly speaking, though, Marcus did nothing wrong. How fast did I forget that it was me who told him to let it all out? He could've kept it to himself, and we'd still be going strong. Fuck, I was a fool. It had been what? Three days of self-isolation. Hunger had dealt with me so much, but the pride in me wouldn't let me get my ass out of bed and get something to eat. I, myself couldn't deny the certitude of my life being repetitive. If Monique Jenkins' life was a course of study in colleges, universities, and tertiary institutions, there'd be no one that would major in that because of the magnitude of the boredom they were going to get from it. Let's be real, though, school on its own was boring, but Monique Jenkins' life would lead you to commit suicide. Her life was bland, and wishy-washy, and boy did she crave some spice? Of course.
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Welsh Nonsense
𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 ♚The same way Adrian stormed in to tell me about the ball organized by the Welsh prince was the same way he stormed in during the early hours of today to tell me to get ready. He said we were journeying to Wales. Today was one of those days I missed Gina. Better suck it all in, and move on. He didn't just march in, he also brought along with him the dress I was supposed to wear. He said he didn't want me looking eerie. I knew myself so well. The Monique of two to three months ago would have slapped that sick son a bastard in the face, and thrown the dress at his face, but all I did was sit down, and look at him like someone who was mentally ill. I was really missing my old self. I pondered on what it was going to take me to get back to that state of mind. The dress wasn't too far away from me as I laid in bed. The tranquility in this room, goodness me. God knew I needed this. Maybe this trip was what I needed to get out of th
The Billionaire's Hot Chef It Ends Here
MONIQUEFrom the moment I stepped into this house, suspicion stirred in in my stomach, fear climbing up my spine, but I refused to give in. There was no turning back now. I had to face the music. I didn't even know anyone here, and so if anything happened, there was no one to call to get me out of here. "Make yourselves comfortable, yeah." She said, that Welsh accent making rearing its head. You could take the woman out of the village, but never could you take the village out of the woman. "We have tea, wine. Whatever it is that you want." She said. Adrian walked to the closest seat to the fireplace and made himself comfortable while I remained standing-- the driver, and the maids as well. Adrian was probably going to yell at them if they sat. " Monique, don't do that where I am. Will my lap be more comfortable than the chairs?" Adrian asked. I could see his teeth through the fire, and I wanted nothing more than to pull each of them out while I watch him wallow in agony. The dinwi
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The Billionaire's Hot Chef Epilogue
MARCUS Being back in the United States felt unbelievable. I'd only been gone for a few days, but it felt as though I'd been gone for six months. Life was panning out well. I'd gotten to know Monique so well that I read her like an open book now. She didn't need to complete some of her statements before I knew what it was. We definitely were soul mates. Our future wasn't something we'd both sat down to ever discuss, but we knew we were spending the rest of our lives together–that one was insured, it was a matter of timing. Just when I was thinking about her, she walked in for a bit before stopping at the door, her hand stretching and holding the door frame as though if she didn't, she'd lose support, and break a bone. I was stunned by her position. "What?" I asked her, smiling. "What the shirt says, you dummy." My eyes landed on her shirt, and it said 'Marry me, Marcus'. Cross my heart, if I could faint, wake up and faint again, I was going to do so. What the fuck was this life
The Billionaire's Hot Chef The Plan
Two Months Later… MONIQUE " It's really fucked up, G. " I said, shaking my head and still caught up in the shock of seeing her. It had been almost four months. "I'm an asshole, I know, but I'm so fucking sorry."Looking at Gina kneeling before me right now, there was nothing I could do. Something in me so badly wanted to hate her for abandoning me for almost two months, but I couldn't just bring myself to oblige. Yes, she did abandon me, but my mind went back to the times before the abandonment. To the beautiful memories we shared. I was guessing there was a limit to the extent she could go for me. She'd always told me that there was nothing she wouldn't do for me, but the day we trusted humans was the day it was going to be over for us, and the sad thing was that I really did take her word for what it was. At the end of the day, we were all humans, and were always going to fuck up no matter what. Marcus and I had discussed, and we'd come to the conclusion that I was going to le
The Billionaire's Hot Chef On My Path To Healing
MONIQUE The love of my life was stooping down close to me, and I was looking at him right in the eye. That eye contact was all the assurance I needed. I'd waited for this for so long. "I love you." I said, my voice so fucking evident of the stenght that I lacked. I didn't want to think about it. To think about Adrian, and what he took away from me. God, remembering it made fresh tears fall from my eyes. It was as though he understood me. With his thumb, he brushed the tears away. "He did this to me." I said to him, crying. He raped me. It wasn't only him. They were so many. " I was a sobbing mess by the time I was was done with my statement. It was a good thing that I was vulnerable with him. "I know." Marcus said, nodding. I continued to stare at him while sobbing and swallowing those silly lumps that formed in my throat every so often. I looked crazy because while Adrian was definitely I cried, and that drained some of the energy in me. Once I passed out and woke up a while ag
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Saviour
MARCUSI hope I'm not late. I hope I get there just in time, and she's still very much alright. I pray that I wouldn't have to live a life filled with regret because of actions I could prevent from happening. I didn't have any excuse for leaving her, but I was guessing uncertainty was one of the things that triggered it. I'd been gone for a while when I could have just gone on my knees and begged her to give me what she was willing to. I'd have accepted it. Rather, I took it to the extreme, and revealed secrets that I should have waited to tell her. She's in danger now, and if anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself. I thought I was going to be able to beat the time, and be there early but a lot of factors led to the delay. The first one being that it rained, and given that condition, there were things the horses could do, and things they couldn't. Never in a million years will horses suddenly want to function when it was raining cats and dogs. Not really a valid reason
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Violated Part. 2
MONIQUE There was no way I could talk with a gun in my mouth, and so all I did was nod and put my palms together as an indication of plea. The tip of the gun was touching my throat, and I swear to God, I wanted to puke so bad. "You're going to suck on the gun, spit on it, and gag until I tell you to stop." He said. Right there, and then, my gag reflex was on high alert, and I almost choked on the weapon that was in my mouth. I shook my head, indirectly saying 'you don't have to do this'. The magnanimity of the whole situation triggered more tears, and they just kept falling and wetting the ground below me. I could go lower and lick the tip of his shoes right now, but not this. Anything but the gun in my mouth. What even made the matter all the more awkward was the fact that there were people in this room watching me. So many fucking people. Thank fuck this wasn't the United States, and this was one of those occasions where I was grateful to God for not allowing civilization to ha
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Violated
MONIQUE "Don't do this." I shook my head, attempting to stop the tears from falling, but God, it really was hard. Was this how everything would end? You know, for all these months, a fragment of my mind, and a part of me believed I was going to get that happily ever after ending just like everyone. If someone told me that I would walk to my death majestically, I'd laugh because in my head, that person would be a fucked up sadist with a messed up life. I always had hope. "How the mighty have fallen." Adrian's wicked laughed pierced through the air again, and I'm actually so done. He rubbed his chest as he got closer, and closer to me. "What do you even want?" I asked, still seated there--preparing for my death with all sorts of food laying on the table before me. "You're quite foolish for a billionaire, don't you think? I want it all. I want the power, the wealth, every fucking thing!" He said, stamping his feet on the ground while I sat there, looking at him right in the eye--wh
The Billionaire's Hot Chef It Ends Here
MONIQUEFrom the moment I stepped into this house, suspicion stirred in in my stomach, fear climbing up my spine, but I refused to give in. There was no turning back now. I had to face the music. I didn't even know anyone here, and so if anything happened, there was no one to call to get me out of here. "Make yourselves comfortable, yeah." She said, that Welsh accent making rearing its head. You could take the woman out of the village, but never could you take the village out of the woman. "We have tea, wine. Whatever it is that you want." She said. Adrian walked to the closest seat to the fireplace and made himself comfortable while I remained standing-- the driver, and the maids as well. Adrian was probably going to yell at them if they sat. " Monique, don't do that where I am. Will my lap be more comfortable than the chairs?" Adrian asked. I could see his teeth through the fire, and I wanted nothing more than to pull each of them out while I watch him wallow in agony. The dinwi
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Welsh Nonsense
𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 ♚The same way Adrian stormed in to tell me about the ball organized by the Welsh prince was the same way he stormed in during the early hours of today to tell me to get ready. He said we were journeying to Wales. Today was one of those days I missed Gina. Better suck it all in, and move on. He didn't just march in, he also brought along with him the dress I was supposed to wear. He said he didn't want me looking eerie. I knew myself so well. The Monique of two to three months ago would have slapped that sick son a bastard in the face, and thrown the dress at his face, but all I did was sit down, and look at him like someone who was mentally ill. I was really missing my old self. I pondered on what it was going to take me to get back to that state of mind. The dress wasn't too far away from me as I laid in bed. The tranquility in this room, goodness me. God knew I needed this. Maybe this trip was what I needed to get out of th
The Billionaire's Hot Chef You're Dead To Me
𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄♚Funny of me to think that we were finally heading somewhere, and it all came crashing down when he uttered those words. Fuck me. Frankly speaking, though, Marcus did nothing wrong. How fast did I forget that it was me who told him to let it all out? He could've kept it to himself, and we'd still be going strong. Fuck, I was a fool. It had been what? Three days of self-isolation. Hunger had dealt with me so much, but the pride in me wouldn't let me get my ass out of bed and get something to eat. I, myself couldn't deny the certitude of my life being repetitive. If Monique Jenkins' life was a course of study in colleges, universities, and tertiary institutions, there'd be no one that would major in that because of the magnitude of the boredom they were going to get from it. Let's be real, though, school on its own was boring, but Monique Jenkins' life would lead you to commit suicide. Her life was bland, and wishy-washy, and boy did she crave some spice? Of course.
