Scandal With My Beloved Chef

Now he's gone abroad again for maybe 2 weeks, even though he only came back from Paris 3 days ago. I have been married to him for 5 years and during that time he has always avoided me with meetings and work trips abroad. I know he doesn't love me but in the slightest... is he not interested in my body. Out there, men always look at me... worshiping what God created for me, but why is he so reluctant to touch me. Even though he did something to me at most once a month and even then, if he was drunk, I didn't even get to feel what the pleasure of making love was like. And at the end of his enjoyment, he always mentions another woman's name, like last night, several times, unlike usual, only once, but he still mentions the woman's name... it's sad, isn't it? Currently, I am heading to my husband's hotel, a family legacy that he developed and succeeded in becoming the best hotel and has 5 branches in this country and I am the General Manager. I was accompanied by 10 bodyguards who alway

My car was speeding down the streets of London. The breeze felt like it was piercing my skin because I opened the window a little. I saw my driver whose eyes glanced at me now and then. It's okay, I already have an admirer I thought As expected, news hunters had gathered in front of the hotel to interview and take photos with famous businessmen. When I got down and just took a step, the flash of camera lights all headed towards me, even the businessmen in front of me looked back, with a heavy heart I smiled at them and passed them gracefully.I also heard gossip from journalists. It's natural because my appearance this time is like the earth and the sky. I always wear modest clothes even though sometimes they are a little tight and don't overdo the make-up. But tonight I used bright red lipstick like my dress. "Isn't that Radella Jackwell" "Oh yes, wow... this time it's charming and sexy. Ah so hot" "Yes, yes, she even prettier than Sarah, her husband's lover.""Wow, .if she's lik

After a few minutes, I finally arrived at my residence. I threw my body on my soft mattress with all the aches and pains in my lower part. How can I make love to someone I just met, even though he is my subordinate, where is my brain, why don't I reject him.His touch makes me forget my self-esteem as a woman, am I so thirsty for men's touch, and caress that I am easy to control. I took off my dress and everything that was attached to my body and went into the spacious bathroom. Soaked in the bathtub which looked out onto the view of the pitch-black London skyline, with lights scattered below like stars in the sky. While washing my hands and feet then rubbing my face gently with foam covering my body at this time and thinking. What should I do with the new chef tomorrow? I wanted to be angry but I enjoyed his touch ... even though it was rough and passionate as if he wanted me. Just remembering it my body felt like he wanted to be touched again. It occurred to me. Can I invite him t

*RADELLA*"Ahss Radella!" He screamed after I kicked the most important part which was located between his crotch. Pushing his heavy body until he fell to the floor. I ran to the bathroom then closed the door and locked it. I don't want to be touched by him consciously. I don't want him to compare my body to his girlfriend's body. That must be what he wants, right? He wanted to see me, to see what he had never consciously seen. Brak ... brak... brak "Open RADELLA... RADELLA!! You will know if you fight me and reject me!" Louis' screams echoed as he tried to bang roughly on the bathroom door and wanted to break it in. Fortunately, this room is equipped with soundproofing, so the servants won't hear the commotion going on in my room. "Go out there with your whore... I'm waiting for your divorce papers. Release me immediately so you can have fun dating her, you bastard husband!" I scrambled to hold the door afraid he'd manage to open it. I'm annoyed that he treats me like a prostitut

His shady eyes stared at me unblinking as his footsteps approached me. My feet froze in place, reluctant to move. What have I said? Should I say that I— "Um... that's—" I gasped in surprise when his large arms grabbed my hips so that our chests were pressed together. His handsome face sedated me for a few seconds until I couldn't speak..."Chit chat is that what you want to say," he said, his eyes falling on my lips. This strange feeling hit me. I tried to move to get away from him. "Hey, I'm your boss... why... are you... presumptuous in doing this?" I stammered without emphasis or firmness. I should have gotten angry and pushed him hard or I should have kicked two of his balls but...but his gaze intimidated me... "In the hotel and during working hours, you are the boss, but outside the hotel and working hours, there is only you as a woman and I as an adult man. Explain the word lucky. Do you feel lucky too?" This man was so bold as to touch me a second time. He didn't think abou