Chapter 50

Kiara

He guides me into the kitchen, skillfully removing my dress, panties, and bra before bending me over the stainless steel counter. Shedding his chef jacket and shirt, he stands before me, clad only in black slacks. My mouth waters at the sight of his well-toned body.

"Trey," I whimper.

"In my kitchen, you'll call me Chef," he says harshly. "You won't move until I say so."

I look around, biting my lip nervously at the thought of someone accidentally walking in on us. I mean, is he sure everyone else left? I don't want him to get in trouble and being mad at me for thinking he fucked someone else may be clouding his judgement.

"Kiara, I asked...Do. You. Understand?" His voice snaps my attention back to him.

Damn, when did he get behind me?

"Yes...Chef!" I yelp as something hard impacts my ass from behind. "W-What was that?" I squeak, attempting to rub my tender ass, but he seizes my hand and firmly places it back on the counter.

As Trey's deep voice resonates through