LOGINShe was startled, wondering what on earth could be better than the job she desired most.
“Come to the kitchen with me,” he instructed, led the way and she obediently followed.
To her uneasiness, he was standing too close for her comfort.
"Can we continue with the interview?" She asked nervously.
He looked deeply into her eyes and tried to pull her closer, but she resisted and requested, "Can we continue with the practicals, please?"
At that moment, Brian was conscience-stricken, feeling he was taking advantage of her, but he simply could not resist. The sexual urge he had suppressed for years was now staring him in the face, and he could hold on no longer.
"Yes, we can continue with the practicals," he said and leaped closer.
He kissed her lips passionately and caressed her nipples until she stopped resisting.
“It is all right," she whispered.
"But you know you have to change into kitchen wear,” he informed her.
“Okay, Boss,” she accepted and attempted to get her kitchen utensils first, but he moved quicker than she could imagine.
“Here we are,” he said and handed the knife to her.
"What are you preparing for dinner?” he asked her cheerfully.
“I bought macaroni. I will serve it with chicken breast. I hope you love it?” She stated happily.
She could still feel the ghost of his touch on her lips, the startling heat of his palms through her blouse.
“Macaroni and chicken is… perfect,” Brian said, his voice a little too loud in the tense silence of the kitchen. He leaned against the counter, watching her. The professional mask was back in place, but his eyes were dark, his breathing not yet steady. “A classic. Do you prefer a cream-based sauce or tomato?”
“Cream-based, Sir. With a little garlic and parmesan,” she replied, her voice surprisingly steady. She picked up the knife, her movements efficient as she began to slice an onion.
A warm smile touched his eyes as he said, “That’s wonderful, thank you.”
“I’m happy you love it.”
“Absolutely.” In one fluid motion, he took down the open-back apron from the wall and offered it to her. “You can change into this before you start.”
She was deeply touched by his kindness and met his gaze. The unmistakable affection she found there sent a thrill through her, and she quickly looked away, her heart fluttering
"Thank you for this, Boss,” she collected and appreciated it.
She then tried to tie it at once over her dress like she had done before, but he objected, “No. You need to take off your clothes or you will soil them.”
The bewildered Valerie gave him a questioning look while he gave her a loving one.
He then pulled her closer, gave her a peck, and volunteered, “I can help you," he said, and began to unzip her dress.
To fulfill her promise to Jane that she would not mess things up and would do anything he wanted, she cooperated. Incidentally, he was not familiar with love affairs, but he allowed his feelings to guide him. He pulled off her clothes, leaving her in only her innerwear.
“Oh, my God," he exclaimed when he saw her soft and alluring skin.
He then began to pull off her innerwear, and she showed discomfort. When he noticed it, he urged her, “Don't be shy. It's only us,” he said, looking intently into her eyes.
Meanwhile, he noticed that she was still troubled and continued, "I hope you understand. I'm only expressing myself and being helpful so that you can get the job,” he comforted her.
She looked into his smiling face and had no reason to doubt him. To prove that she was not a wrong choice for the job, she consented and appreciated him, “Thank you, for your help, Boss.”
Now, he was enthralled and encouraged by her voice and he continued, “Consider it as nothing, Valarie. I will teach you how to serve me. Are you willing to learn?”
“Yes, Boss,” she answered him enthusiastically and waited for his next instruction.
Presently, she was bare and covered her breasts with the apron. Without a second thought, Brian began to do all that he had planned to do on his wedding night. He lifted her, kept her on the cabinet, and looked into her attractive eyes.
“You don't have to be shy, Valarie. I like eating when I'm in the nude,” he clarified to her and undressed at once.
Nevertheless, Valarie was thrilled when she saw his sizeable, hard, and erect penis. He smiled and asked her, “Do you like me in my nude?”
She was mute and only looked on. Likewise, he walked to the freezer and returned with a bowl of sliced cucumber, and an ice cream cup.
“It is time for the practicals. Are you ready?” He asked her.
She nodded in agreement. Without hesitation, he held and kissed her passionately. Likewise, he caressed her succulent breasts and praised her, “You are sweet, Valerie.”
"Thank you for the compliment," she murmured and still looked on in wonderment.
At this point, he lifted her left leg, locked his sexy eyes with hers, and advised, “The faster you learn, the better for us. Ok?”
“Yes. Boss. I promise to learn fast.”
Now, he placed the sliced cucumber on her pubis and ate a bit. Valarie watched him and to ensure that she did not mess things up, she spread her legs apart and revealed her vagina, just to make things easier for him.
Brian was pleased, “Ouch!” he gasped, began to kiss and suck her clitoris, labia majora, and minora.
Soon, he inserted his tongue into her expectant vagina. She felt an unusual sensation and experienced some hardness in her nipples.
“Oh, my God!” she moaned.
He stopped, looked into his eyes. “Do you love it?” he asked her.
“Yes, Boss. Are you happy with me?”
"Yes, dear. You are learning fast."
"What about this, Boss?" She asked him and spread her legs wider.
He smiled satisfactorily and said, “Good. Call me Brian. Okay?”
“Okay, Brian," she answered, happy that she was good.
“Now, open your vagina wide and serve me."
“Okay Brian,” she obeyed and observed his expression.“Is it wide enough?” she asked.
He was pleased. “Yes," he remarked, "You will make a good chef,” and continued to kiss and suck her.
She moaned in pleasure and complimented him, “This feels good, Brian.”
“I like that.”
Now, he locked eyes with her, inserted his middle finger into her slowly, and inquired, “How do you feel?”
“I feel good, Brian,” she answered him happily.
"Good," he said and sucked her erect nipples.
He continued thrusting in and out of her and was happy that she liked it.
Afterward, he inquired, “Do you want me to stop?”
She expressed worries and refuted, “Please, don't. I love to feed you."
Likewise, she encouraged him and pushed his finger deeper into her. Then, he continued and relished the pleasure on her face.
“I want to feed you as well with ice cream. Come down and take it.”
"It is all right," she said and got down from the cabinet.
He sat on it and poured the ice cream on his erect joystick.
“Suck me," he looked into her eyes and said.
"No," Valerie corrected, her voice cold and precise. "My father never married her. My mother told me she was just the janitor. She bewitched him."A dark suspicion clouded Brian's features. "Are you sure she had no hand in your mother’s death?"She sat up straight, her posture rigid with conviction. "She did. I'm sure of it.""You have my full support, then. Whatever you need. What do you want to do?""I'm going to pull that house down. Stone by stone. It's old, it's rotten, and it's filled with nothing but pain."A slow, understanding smile spread across Brian's face. "Huh," he exhaled, a sound of grim contentment. "When?""Today. That's the real reason I wanted my brother to come.""Does your father know?""No. He would stop us."Without another word, Brian fastened his seatbelt. A mirroring click sounded from Valerie's side. "I like that plan," he said, the engine roaring to life. "Let's go."He put the car in drive and called Leonard, his tone brisk and purposeful. "Meet us at hom
Brian’s heart shattered at the sound. He pulled her tightly against his chest, his voice a soft, protective plea against her hair. "Don't. Don't be hard on yourself, my love. We have each other now. That's all that matters.""China? Beijing?" Her father's question was a blade, sharpened by disbelief and dawning horror. The geography of their separation was so vast, it made the lie they had lived under feel infinitely more terrible. The story was finally unraveling, and the first thread had been pulled. "Yes, Dad," she began, the words feeling like shards of glass in her throat. "I was desperate to get a job to save you and Mom from dying. Then, Jane," she paused, The memories, long suppressed, began to flood her, their weight crushing the air from her lungs. Her voice grew thin, strained, killing intent filling her mind at the remembrance of the name. "She offered to help ... But it was a lie. It was all a lie. She meant evil ..."A heavy silence fell as Valerie’s story concluded. Wh
Beijing - The Sanctuary of Destined GirlsThe air in Mrs. Zhang's office seemed to sparkle, charged with a rare and personal victory. The moment Valerie's invitation had arrived, she had immediately summoned Mrs. Parker, who now stood before her, radiating a similar, profound happiness."You sent for me, Mrs. Zhang," she announced, her eyes bright with curiosity."Yes," Mrs. Zhang replied, her voice thick with emotion as she gestured to a chair. "Please, sit.""Thank you," Mrs. Parker said, settling into the seat while studying her boss' unusually emotional face."We won," Mrs. Zhang declared, the simple words laden with years of struggle and hope. Her composure cracked slightly, her eyes glistening. "One of our girls … one of our precious girls has fully reclaimed her life. She's not just surviving; she's building a future." Mrs. Parker was taken aback by the raw display of feeling. She leaned forward, her voice a hushed, anxious whisper. "Which one? Who are we talking about?""Vale
Monday - Brian's Apartment With Mr. Borodin's family appearance on the television on Saturday, the urge to have a beautiful family and a legalized marriage overwhelmed Brian. While watching the program, he told himself, 'It takes a woman who truly loves a woman to forgive.' Unknown to him, the despicable Jane He looked at Valerie, who was watching by his side, and she smiled weakly. Knowing what was in his mind, he smiled, pulled her closer, and kissed her forehead. "I love you, my wife," he whispered. Instead of responding, she shoved his hand aside in protest. He laughed aloud and she was affected. Her laughter was genuine, void of malice. "We will go to the registry on Monday ..."She was happy to hear that and interjected. "To get married?" She asked anxiously. "No," he said and her face darkened. "To make our intentions known. The wedding will come after a week."She saw her folly and laughed aloud as well. "How can anyone marry so suddenly?"Getting her question, he answe
Mr. Borodin kissed the baby’s forehead, the gesture a casual, effortless display of the joy Jane could not give him. "At first, they are loyal and exciting," he went on, his tone turning clinical. "But with time, they start comparing themselves to your wife, even trying to take her place.""Too bad," the host chimed in, nodding sympathetically."Exactly. They demand the same handbags, the same vacations as your lovely wife. They spin lies effortlessly and see you as little more than a financial safety net. That ugly woman you once found special becomes … entitled. Rude.""That's powerful advice for the men out there," the host said, beaming at the perfect couple."Yes," Clara affirmed, her voice serene."And what do you have to say, beautiful Mrs. Borodin?" the host asked.'Beautiful Mrs. Borodin', the title Jane had clawed for, the identity she had coveted, was bestowed upon this other woman with such casual grace. A fresh wave of nausea twisted Jane’s stomach, hot and sour. She was
"She would have run after her mother," another neighbor interjected. "Very good girl."The words hit Jane not like a slap, but like a shove, pushing her deeper into the spotlight of their scorn. She kept her eyes on the road, but she could feel their stares, hot and heavy on the back of her neck."A failed wedding and now this? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree," a man's voice chimed in, laced with cruel satisfaction.Another woman, emboldened by the collective judgment, pointedly raised her voice as she addressed her friend, "Some people bring their misfortune upon themselves. You can't break a home and expect God's blessing on your daughter."Jane’s composure, a fragile vase she had been clutching internally, began to crack. The whispers were no longer just background noise, they were distinct, sharpened stones being hurled at her. "Maybe now they'll leave this neighborhood in peace," the first neighbor said, finally answering the initial question with a definitive, callous







