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The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β Sumptuous
ππππππ βEven though I went to bed very late last night, I was still the first to get up in the whole castle. I wasn't saying this to brag because I knew so damn well that most of the workers here were going to get up very late due to the high amount of alcohol they consumed.I was no different from them because I did shots with Lady Monique and I couldn't even bring myself to stop thinking about it, not even for a second. I'd tossed and turned on the bed and got little or no sleep--if shutting your eyelids for thirty seconds was considered as sleep. I was lucky to get into the male worker's bathroom and meet nobody there. Things could get a little crazy at times. I had my bath as quickly as I could and was out of there before anyone barged in. Being from the kind of home I came from meant that I was used to anything and everything related to uncanny, but I still loved my privacy. I appreciated it when I was having my bath and no man ba
The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β Are You Down?
πππππππ βA lot had happened and was still happening within the space of two weeks; the amount of times that Adrian has come to beg me for what he did has become inestimable. He said he had no idea that body-shaming was an offense in the modern world and that he'd gotten educated a lot on the matter. He pleaded with me so many times. Also, the noblemen had shown their faces and informed me that a meeting was almost at hand. According to them, we'd moped around for too long and it was time to get things going like the way it used to. They said they were going to shed more light on the traditional way English people ruled during the next meeting and I, for one knew that it was going to be hell. Finally, a security guard had been eyeing Gina recently and she wouldn't even shut her mouth about how he wasn't her type and all. She said his name was Andrew--quite predictable. Oh... How did I forget Marcus? Honestly, he was supposed to be the t
The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β Last Minute Decisions
MONIQUE βMany would've thought I'd stick to my word and continue to ignore Adrian, but that was far from the case here. Adrian, there was something about him that I couldn't quite comprehend yet. I'd stayed late on many nights during our phone calls, trying to figure out why this dude had me wrapped around his finger. I'd never had a problem saying the word no to things I had no interest in, but when it came to Adrian, I couldn't. This man had persuasion wrapped around his tongue and had to capability to woe someone into something he'd rejected at first. He'd finally convinced me to come to Buckinghamshire--about forty miles north from Central London where I resided. As we spoke, Gina was doing the finishing touches to my makeup and Solomon was waiting for me to come outside so he could drive. The whole country knew about my plans to visit him as apparently, it was obligatory. There'd been some kind of rumor going around, but I chose not to
The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β Screw Your Mum!
πππππππGina was pissed all morning, but I hadn't questioned her about the reason. We would get to that later. In the meantime, I had to look for how to survive here for the next couple of hours. "Oh, my lady." Solomon was opening the door for me when Adrian's voice made me lookup. "So good to finally see you. I'm so glad you came." He took me in and was taken a little bit aback by my choice of clothes, but he didn't show it too much through his facial expressions. "Hello," I feigned a smile, dreaming and hoping it had the slightest bit of reality in it. I didn't have care in the world if Adrian knew it was fake. Where my interest lay was whether it looked authentic. "May I show you around for a bit, my lady?" He took a bow, showing me his palm. "But the weather's changing. It's showing signs that it is going to rain madly." Gina's voice interspersed our conversation. I almost burst out laughing because she'd faked a British accent. Adrian's countenance immediately changed
The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β I Love You, G
MONIQUE βAdrian; I know it didn't go as planned, but I was so glad you came. Theresa's forgiven you for what you did and I'm really hoping we can get to do this again. Hissing, I turned off my phone and rolled to the other side of the bed. βIf there was anything I'd acquired knowledge of about Adrian over the next couple of weeks, it was that the man was one hell of a mulish creature. He was a go-getter and that meant he'd go to any length to get whatever he wanted--that was where I came in. It had been over a week and had sent an uncountable amount of texts. He was so relentless about it. I guessed he wasn't to be blamed for any of it. It was all my fault. If I'd rejected his invitation to come to the castle at Buckinghamshire, none of any of this would have happened--or so, I was guessing. I puked all over this man's mother and all he could do was ask if we could do it again. At that point, it was safe to say that the spirit of persistence lurked around that man's spirit, s
The Billionaire's Hot ChefΒ Β Β I Know It's You
πππππππ β"Who is that bitch?" Gina yelled and I pulled her closer to me and used my hands to cover her mouth. "Watch your language." I corrected. The sounds she made were inaudible since I had my palm pressed against her lips. That didn't stop it from being funny. She struggled and broke free before saying. "Oh, please."She sauntered towards the door and twisted the knob. "You know, it's kinda insane knocking on someone's door like that. I advise that you make good use of your brain the next time you want to attempt shit like that." She didn't even let the person speak before those words came from her mouth. I walked in the direction of the door and when I eventually got there, I pushed Gina away so she was out of the line of sight of the person standing at the door. I thought I was going to see Maria there since it'd been a while since I last set eyes on her, but it was someone that I had no memory of. A short woman that was barely five fe
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
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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.
