Immediately after Sylvia turned on the cooking gas, she heard footsteps clicking toward the kitchen. With a bright smile and expectant eyes, she turned to welcome Fred.Just in time, she thought.He was standing by the entrance, dressed in loose shorts and a coffee tee shirt.“I never thought you would show up,” Sylvia remarked and resolved to tuck her hair into her chef hat.“I’m a man of my word Sylvia,” Fred replied and made his way inside the kitchen.She smiled and quickly turned around. After Fred told her that they would be making lunch together, Sylvia had goosebumps and somehow, she knew he was going to show up. She wanted him to show up and can’t deny the fact that she was starting to enjoy their conversations.“So what’s the plan?” Fred demanded and stood beside the sink with his arms folded across his chest. He was facing Sylvia who was placing a pot on the cooker.“First of all, you need a uniform if you want to be a proper chef.” She teased.“Well, why don’t you assume t
David settled on the royal couch right next to his father and crossed his legs. It was a few minutes to dinner time and Leonard had invited him for a brief discussion in his private chamber. Leonard lowered the magazine he was clasping with both hands to his chest and took off his medicated spectacles. He began to rub his left eye with the edge of his palm. “You have bags underneath your eyes, Dad,” David remarked and sat up. “Have you been sleeping sufficiently?” Leonard chuckled and fell back on the chair. “Age is such a horrible thing. I stayed up for one night to review our deals and I look like a piece of shit already.” He smirked. “You’re retired, Mr. Wells. Let your son handle the business.” David replied and arched a brow. “Are you sure you trust me on this?” Leonard gave a half smile. “I couldn’t be more sure, son. Not after that press conference.” They both smiled. Leonard cleared his throat loudly and placed the magazine on the bed right next to him. I invited you her
Barely two minutes after Sylvia left David’s room; she returned with a bottle of vodka and made her way to the table. She placed the bottle and drifted backward. There was a large glass on the table.All David had to do was dismissed her but he didn’t utter a word. She was standing right in front of him, her head lowered. David couldn’t take his eyes off her elegant legs. They stood firm in her work maxi and he found himself imagining whether she had anything on. He would love to rip off her tong and bury his head in between her legs but he made a promise.She was a fucking pompous maid whom he was not going to get himself entangled with. Maybe his father was right; he needed to stop playing with his dick around and should probably start keeping the word commitment in his mind with his marriage at hand.“You may leave. “He said after clearing his throat loudly.Sylvia gave an approving nod and left the room wondering whether David was going to consume the entire bottle of vodka at on
"You are not in love with Fred Elly. You are just infatuated. Now come with me.” Sylvia said and continued pulling her best friend toward her chamber. “I’ll show you around the house before we get to my room.”A few minutes later, they made their way into the spacious room. Sylvia dropped Eleanor’s bag on the king-size bed. “So this used to be Luna’s room, the head chef. She fell ill and I had to move in after I was declared the head chef.”Eleanor moved to the open window on her left and stood with her arms folded across her chest. She was looking at a distance but was staring at nothing in particular.“Do you know that the wing we just left behind belonged to Master David?” Sylvia asked. She was taking out Eleanor’s clothes from the bag and putting them in the closet.“Yea, Leonard’s devilishly handsome son as you say,” Eleanor replied without turning around.Sylvia smiled. “I’m sure you’ll go nuts when you see him. Fred is handsome but David is just…” She stopped and turned to Elea
Fred swallowed the lump in his throat as he tried to make sense of the spectacle before him. “What the hell are you doing?”Eleanor stood before him, so close that air could barely pass between them. She looked up at him, staring into his eyes, and at that point, Fred knew she was dying to have him.Fred held up her passionate stare. There was no denying that she was incredibly hot and was beginning to turn him on but he knew that if he gives in to her, he will be dancing to the tune of lust.He took two steps backward and Eleanor let out a gasp.Why was he being so hard when she was standing right in front of him, almost naked? All he had to do was make a move and she’ll get him grunting in pleasure. She decided to take the bull by the horn after looking down at the bulge in his trousers.“I know you want me. I want you too.” She spat and was about to grab his dick when he quickly moved away.Fred folded his arms across his chest and broke into a dry laugh. “You must be mistaken.” He
Arrangements at the Wells mansion are in top gear as several vendors led by June kept arriving at the mansion to check the spot they’ll be working at. The caterers came to check up the space they’ll be setting their wares and so did the decorators, florist, and other renowned brands June was working with.Leonard had opted for a simple, yet classy party. Only a few of his business associates, his friends, old buddies, and some people from the clubs he belonged to were invited. The total number June was working with is 75 persons.Sylvia was in the kitchen trying to fix breakfast for the Wells when Fred walked in.“Hi, I’ve been looking all over the house for you since yesterday,” He told Sylvia the moment he caught a glance at her standing by the oven.She turned to him with a sigh. “I’ve been up and doing. The party is tomorrow. Miss Castello has been keeping us on the edge.” She replied and darted her gaze to the shiny parcel he was holding. “What’s that?” she asked and cocked her h
By the time Sylvia made it outside the store, June was already stepping inside the vehicle with her brows furrowing in anger. Sylvia hurried toward the car but June slammed the door to the back seat in Sylvia’s face June gave Sylvia a glare that says don’t you dare come close.Before Denim stepped on the wheels, he gave Sylvia an apologetic look. He then drove away, leaving behind a frustrated Sylvia. Luckily she was carrying her handbag which had a few dollars stuffed in it. She hailed a cab and asked him to drop her off at the Wells mansion.A few minutes later, the cab brought Sylvia home. She alighted from the cab and hurried into the mansion. She began tracing her way toward her chamber while plunging the 50 cents the driver had just given her as change. When she lifted her head, she caught a glimpse of David approaching her.She suddenly felt uneasy and had to lower her head.David was engrossed in his phone and was taking fast steps toward the hallway.Sylvia wanted to walk pas
At the balcony, colorful lines and balloons were tied across slender balls. The florists used fresh flowers to surround each table. Two people were paired to a glass table and a stage was elevated facing the audience. The entire decoration spoke of class.On each table were the most expensive bottles of wine and small goblets. The waitresses were already serving cocktails while the guests took their seats.David and June took their seat in the first row.David had decided to play host that night. He made his way to the stage as June led the applause. About fifty people were occupying the tables. After the applause waned, David mounted the podium. He cleared his throat loudly and began.“It is with great honor that I welcome you all to my father’s 50th birthday party.”Cheers and applause reigned.June stepped out to get Leonard to the venue.“Age for my father is not just the fleeting nature of time. Its goals, responsibility, and success. Failure has no place in my father’s book. Tod