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The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β Feels
πππππππ β"Marcus?" I said as I approached where he sat. He angled his neck in such a manner that he could see me and I inhaled sharply. It had been forever since I'd seen him, but it didn't mean that I'd been forever since I spoke to him. "Ah, my lady. I'm honored you're here." He was eating something. "It feels as though I interrupted a moment. Do you want me to leave?" I didn't him to say yes, but if he did, I'd turn around and walk away and try to never think about him ever again. Bitch, you know that ain't possible. "No, my lady. Please stay." He dropped his plate of food and got up from the becnh6he sat on. He offered me a seat next to him and I sat. He breathed freely like he'd found solace in my presence. The atmosphere seemed right to have a conversation, but since none of us was ready to speak first, it seemed it was wasted. The silence was growing very frustrating and I doubted if I could sit and continue to stare. It would have
The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β I Don't Need You!
πππππππ βThe arrangement was terminated as swiftly as it was proposed. Not like it was any of my business who Marcus slept with and how he lived his life, nonetheless, I felt some type of way after I saw another female worker sit on his lap when I peered through my window the other day. He didn't even try to push her away. She sat there comfortably, her ass pressing against his thighs. God, did I really feel this way towards him. It was getting out of hand. I'd rejected his food for five days in a row and told Gina to visit any of the local restaurants she'd tried and get me food from there. Not to lie, it was shit compared to his, but I had no plans of asking him to cook for me again. When he came to deliver my dessert the day after we sat in the garden, I was about to go to bed and Gina informed me, I told her to tell him not to bother. One thing that pissed me off and made me yell at her was how she described it to me. She said it looked
The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β Gonna Die
MONIQUE βWhen one was hungry, he or she did the unimaginable. Or perhaps, it did the unimaginable to us. Hunger brought me to my knees that day. Starvation almost ended my life. Right there and then, as I knelt close to my bed, I decided I was done taking any more of it as I reached over for my phone laying not too far away. Picking it up, unlocked it, and went to my contacts. Finding Solomon's name and clicking, it didn't take him so long to respond. "Hello, madam." "Solomon, have you ever eaten at a restaurant here before?" I asked him. The first thing that was going to come to his mind was probably oh, my boss has gone crazy. Conceivably, I was indeed crazy. "Um yes, boss. A couple of 'em." "I'll have a bath and meet you soon. You'll drive me to the one that you think is very good." "Ok?" From his response, he wanted me to go into details, but the phone call was ended quickly. I was going to be the last man standing in this game of surviva
The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β Wild Mama
πππππππ β"We've had meetings upon meetings before this call and we came to the conclusion that it was best to wait till you got back since we were all aware you had so much on your plate. We understand." Abigail said to me, over the phone. I'd only spoken to her when Gina told me she called because of the serious issues in a branch in Pennsylvania and ever since, I refused to pick up her calls. I came to the actualization that in the end, it was a company I built with my hard-earned money, and from scratch. It meant I had to put my head up and deal with the problems. "How about we do a serious cleanse in that particular branch?" "Sacked all of the staff?" She asked, surprise coloring her tone. "Without exception." I smiled as I said that. We all had different characteristics, sense of humor, and attitudes, but when it came to business, we had only one language and it was doing what is best for your business. In my situation, it was m
The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β Another Level
MONIQUE βIn the past, I'd always heard people say threesomes were hot. Never had one, but I better late than never.Solomon heaved a sigh of relief as soon he dropped us at my place. Should've been apprised of the fact that those sickos who called themselves the press would come after him as if he was in-depth.The three of us got into the elevator and carried on from there; I continued to kiss Jemima while I proceeded with rubbing the bulge in Alex's pants--that man was as hard as steel. Truth be told, It had been a while since this was going on--about ten minutes and still, I found nothing exciting in what we were about to do. It didn't make tingles run down my spine like things I was eager to get down to usually did. Alex's hands slid up my thigh as they found their way to my panties. He cupped my pussy as his fingers brushed my clit that was clad in the underwear. A fake moan escaped from my mouth. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of this pussy
The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β Hot Sh!t
πππππππ β"Monique!" Jem screamed in exhilaration. She made me get really excited. Alex angled his neck so he could face me and smiled before mouthing the words she's obsessed with you and I smiled. I had to agree with him. He poured a bit of the wax on his skin--I supposed he was trying to see if the temperature was suitable for Jem's skin. He paused like he was forgetting something. Dropping the candle carefully on the floor, he rubbed his girlfriend's body with baby oil before swiftly picking up the candle. He went slowly at first, drip, drip, drip... I wondered how that mustβve felt. Jem gasped and I thought she was going to say the safe word because it was too hot, but she shocked me when she urged him to continue. "Fuck." I mumbled underneath my breath. There was so much I needed to learn. The distance between Jem's skin and the burning candle was about eight inches and it got me thinking. Wasn't that heat too hot to handle! If it w
The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β Frustrated
MONIQUE βJem 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. βFor 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 ChefΒ Β Β 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'
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The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β 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 togetherβthat 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 ChefΒ Β Β 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 ChefΒ Β Β 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 ChefΒ Β Β 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 ChefΒ Β Β 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 ChefΒ Β Β 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 ChefΒ Β Β 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 ChefΒ Β Β Welsh Nonsense
πππππππ βThe 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 ChefΒ Β Β You're Dead To Me
πππππππβFunny 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.
