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The Billionaire's Hot Chef   Frustrated
MONIQUE âJem 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. âFor 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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