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The Billionaire's Hot Chef Frustrated
MONIQUE ♚Jem tried. She really did try to make me climax, but it wasn't possible. Multiple kisses, she played with my tits and sucked the nipples hard. I had to rub my fingers vigorously against my clit and that still didn't bring me to orgasm. I had to fake one, and only then was Jem satisfied. My frustration knew no bounds as I picked up my robe and put it back on. ♚For the rest of the night, I sat in bed, eating yogurt, my thoughts wandering to the two people that were three floors below me and thinking about what they would be doing. They were probably going to be at it again. Jem, she was a sex freak. I enjoyed their company a lot, but it didn't bring me the pleasure I was looking for. I didn't even know if to call what we had by the pool a threesome since he didn't put his dick in me. All he did was to let his cum stream all over my tits. I seriously didn't find that hot. My hands found their way
The Billionaire's Hot Chef That Would Do
MONIQUE Seven days and seven nights. It was how long I'd spent in my home, alone. Deliberately, I'd shut myself off from the internet and the world in its entirety since I was so much in the know of what the headlines would read. Frankly speaking, I couldn't decipher if I regretted that night at all. It wasn't something I felt bad about and at the same time, I wasn't pumped up about it. Adrenaline didn't course through my veins because of it. Voyeurism was definitely not my thing. My phone. It was better we didn't even start a discussion about that since it'd been a week since I'd last set eyes on the mobile device. All I did was eat whatever thing I found edible in the refrigerator. I knew it was only time that would make me run out of stuff, but still, I wasn't getting out. It wasn't even due to the shame. Pfft. Who gave a shit about what those pricks thought about me? Well, to an extent, I cared, but it wasn't to the level where I'd be stuck in the house because of them. I'
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Emergencies
MONIQUE The cacophony of an ambulance's siren and people's wailing brought me out of my slumber. I'd been in dreamland for so long.Scrubbing my eyelids open, I sat up and peered into the darkness, the mood and gloom digging deep into my soul."Shit." I mumbled as I attempted to stand. Taking a deep breath, I moved my neck left and right for a couple minutes before staring into the darkness once more. I was guessing there was an accident of some sort. Once I stopped feeling sleepy, my feet and brain located the switch and I turned the lights on and headed in the direction of the window. From where I stood, police officers and police vans were littered all around the street. Normally, I had no interest in things like this, but it felt as though my life was in danger. If someone successfully broke into my house to rob and kill me, he'd be triumphant since I had no guards for protection. I didn't even have someone to keep me company. I'd been on my own for long enough. One week alone
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Don't Wanna Leave
MoniqueGina; Hey!!! We ran out of power. This place is so fucked up. I really have so much I want to ask, but I'm saving it for later. How are you, lady Monique? Cross my heart, I felt assuaged. I woke up feeling like a million demons were chasing me, and good to know that the first thing I did after such terrible sleep was pick up my phone and check if my text had been responded to. What if I'd never opened my eyes again. I really needed to be thankful for basic things. "Hey," I said, placing one feet against the other and using the sole of one to scrub the other. "How are you?" From her tone, one could tell that if she'd been chanced, she would have quizzed me so many times. "I don't know the word to describe how I feel right now. English Language can be so fucked up sometimes.""Yeah, I get it."The one thing she'd been avoiding since I called her broke out like an ailment. Silence. "Look, I saw the news."Shrugging, I said, "Okay." Like I'd been so untouched by everything
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Doing Dirty
MONIQUE I was completely out of my element. Right there and then, I'd lost my shit. I was guessing it was official that I couldn't go a day without being affected by him whether he was there or vice versa. I'd endeavored and at this point, it was safe to say that I was sapped--not like I'd done anything thing involving physical strength, but it was obvious, what I meant. If I do say so myself. Marcus Blacksmith skulked no farther than the withins of the exoteric part of the restaurant. My legs hitched for a nano second and my breath seized within my chest. Desperation hit me. I was desperate to know if he would walk. Desperate to know if he'd even bother to spare me a glance. Desperate to know if I mattered to him. Why did I care about all of this so much? So much that it was reaching the level where I'd call it detrimental. Detrimental to my physical well-being, emotional well-being, mental well-being and spiritual well-being being. Such unhealthy things shouldn't be so attract
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Inexperienced
Gina"Lady Monique,"Shit."Monique," I tapped her left arm continuously, but all she did was lay there like a lifeless piece of wood.It was patent, what she'd done, but it wasn't time to start blaming. That would be medicine after death. All that was left to do was pray she was still alive. The concept of her actually dying made me shiver and feel like my life was ruined. Please, don't die. I prayed silently and fuck if God heard. I'd been very rebellious all my life and it was insane to think that I'd just beg for something from him and he'd do it in a heartbeat. Shit didn't work like that. We followed rules. God, if you she doesn't die, I promise to try and be so much better. Those were the words I mumbled in the dimly lit room as lady Monique's head lay on my laps. Trust me, it did take a lot for me to get the top part of her body on mine since she weighed more than me. I wanted to add if I don't, strike me dead, but it was patent I was wack at fulfilling commitments. I'
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Getting A Little OD
Monique Quick Note : It was like a dream when she was unconscious. None of it is real. "I'm mad at you, you know. I'm ever madder about you not pointing it out." I pouted like a crybaby seeking comfort. He was the comfort I needed. "Shit," he muttered underneath his breath as if I couldn't hear him. It felt exactly like the day we were at the garden, the only thing different was us being under the tree today. I didn't know what the tree was called and Jesus, I wanted to ask so damn badly but I shoved the thought aside and focused on what was on ground--me being mad at him. "I'm know. I have no excuses 'cause I fucked it. You shouldn't have seen any of that. It's crazy, lady Monique." He told me, running his hands through that blonde hair I so wanted to feel on my fingertips. I'd been dying to do that in forever. It was really crazy. "So, what now?" It was as though the breeze knew we were having a conversation, it decided to gush through the branches of the tree we sat under as
The Billionaire's Hot Chef I Just Want You
MarcusRight now, as we spoke, there were three things about me that a lot of people needed to know.The first being that lady Monique was an unlikely person. Everything that happened, I'd heard.Believe me when I say that if I could go back in time to change all that had gone down, without giving it a second thought, I would.It had gotten to the point where I couldn't look elsewhere and pretend as though I wasn't aware of everything going on. The major root of the whole occurrence being me.That day at the restaurant where I worked when I had some free time, my gaze landed on her. Her food lay close to untouched on the table and there was of denying of me eating the food.I posed as though I was clearing the table for other customers and planning on thrashing the food and when I got to a place there was solitude, I ate the leftovers and did I feel some sort of contrition or shit? No. A big, fat one at that.Although there was something I regretted. I felt remorseful for not going af
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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.
