All Chapters of The Billionaire's Hot Chef: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 ♚"Hello, lady Monique!" A voice that I believed was very displeasing to the ear, mixed with a British accent from the thickest part of England was heard. Do not get me wrong, I was a whore for accents, British ones especially and most principally, Marcus Blacksmith's accent. Sometimes I'd be having panic attacks and all I had to do was try and recall what his voice sounded like and everything would get rectified. "Do I know you?" I stepped into the throne room, the heels on my feet making it obvious that Monique Jenkins was in there. I wasn't impressed at all by what I saw. A man, about five feet and ten inches tall-- only about four inches above my five feet six inches--he was nothing compared to Marcus. Marcus was almost a foot taller than I was--with tousled brown hair(another uninteresting factor when compared to Marcus's sexy, blonde hair). All sorts of birthmarks peppered his skin. His pointed nose was an indication that h

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 ♚Merely staring at him made my head spin and my panties soak, just like now.It was one of those days I told another worker to inform him that he'll make my meal. My eyes followed every movement of his hands, how his muscles flexed beneath the white shirt he wore--I'd never seen him wear anything other than that color of shirt and I had to say that it was all the words to describe hot--if I could, I'd tell him to wear nothing with the exception of that color of shirt, and of course, him being naked would crown it all. It only made me want him all the more. He dropped my platter on the nightstand and was about to walk away. I was told that it was because I hadn't been here for long that I was allowed to eat in my room--like they could tell me what the fuck I could and could not do--well, they literally did. Father usually ate in the large dining hall downstairs--or so, I was told. Honestly, I saw no point in that since I was going

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 ♚"My lady, you have a visitor!" "Doesn't he or she have a name?" I yelled back at the person with such a thick British accent at the door. I sat in my bed that afternoon, comfortable in my robe. I'd decided to do some office work and funnily enough, I'd spent over three hours on my laptop working. I had a lot of future plans if things went smoothly because from what I'd seen, business had been going on really great even when I'd been missing in action for a while. I definitely didn't plan on making things continue to be as they were. "I was told not to disclose, but please, would you come outside?" She responded. Hissing, I set my laptop aside and scooted over to the end of the bed, and put on my fluffy sandals. Damn if I was going to bother putting on clothes. As far as I was concerned, I wasn't naked. I walked towards the door and opened it and found the lady who came to tell me that I had someone waiting for me. Luckily for me

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒 ♚Even 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

MONIQUE ♚Many 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