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THE HEAVY BAKER'S DIRTY CONTRACT 8
The management meeting room on deck four smelled of new carpet and over-steeped instant coffee. A mahogany oval table dominated the room, surrounded by six leather chairs. At the end of the table, the General Manager of The Leviathan, a bald, bespectacled man named Hendrik, sat with folded hands and the expression of a judge already sick of the trial before it began.Harper stepped inside.Armand was already sitting there. His smile spread wide like a freshly sharpened knife. Beside him, Gina stood with her arms folded across her chest, her eyes avoiding Harper's gaze."Ah, Miss Evans." Hendrik nodded stiffly. "Please sit. Let's get this over with quickly."Harper did not sit."Get what over with, Mr. Hendrik? The accusation that I stole Chef Armand's recipe?""My original recipe," Armand corrected, patting a small leather notebook on the table. "Lavender-Honey Crème Brûlée. I've spent three months developing it. And this woman—" his finger pointed at Harper, "—photographed it from my
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Harper forced herself to sit upright, the heavy, expensive black silk sheets slipping pooling around her waist and exposing her bare shoulders to the cool morning air. The sprawling penthouse suite was steeped in the hazy, quiet aftermath of the night before. Across the opulent room, Raymond was walking toward the glass-walled en-suite bathroom, his broad, entirely naked back retreating into the shadows. The other two men, however, were already awake, completely unfazed by the early hour, and entirely absorbed in the glowing screens of their respective phones.“I have to get back to the kitchen,” Harper murmured softly, her voice barely breaking the heavy, charged silence of the room.Kael let out a low, dismissive snort. He tossed his phone carelessly onto the mattress, his muscular frame rising fluidly to close the distance between them. His large, warm hand reached out, gently but firmly grasping her wrist, pulling her back down against the plush pillows. "It’s only six o'clock in
THE HEAVY BAKER'S DIRTY CONTRACT 6
The sweet aroma of heated caramel and perfectly risen choux pastry filled Harper's new workstation. As the newly certified Head Pastry Chef under the authority of the Scott & West Group, Harper now had her own private area.“Look at that plump chef,” whispered Gina, one of the line cooks, loud enough for Harper to hear. “Yesterday she was almost thrown overboard, and now she has the biggest workstation. Her only assets are her thick thighs and a red neck.”“Absolutely disgusting. Sleeping your way to the top really is the fastest route,” chimed in another cook next to her, accompanied by stifled laughter.Harper clenched her fists, pressing her spatula firmly against the marble counter.“Don't listen to them,” a voice suddenly said from behind Harper.Mateo appeared, smiling proudly while nodding slowly. His eyes briefly flicked to the red mark on her neck, which instantly made Harper look down awkwardly.“Take it easy. Sometimes things that shouldn't happen just have to happen. I don
THE HEAVY BAKER'S DIRTY CONTRACT 5
The morning sunlight piercing through the gaps in the penthouse's heavy curtains felt blinding. Harper groaned softly, struggling to move her body, which was buried in a sea of black silk sheets.An intense soreness radiated from her inner thighs to her spine. Memories of a wild night that had drained her energy and common sense flashed rapidly through her mind.Harper forced herself to get up. She glanced at the clock on the wall: 7:15 AM. Her morning shift in the kitchen was about to start. Ignoring the throbbing ache throughout her body, she picked up her underwear scattered on the floor, put it on hastily, and reached for her dirty, ruined chef's uniform."Damn it! What am I supposed to wear?!" Harper grumbled."Going somewhere?" Kael's heavy, raspy voice vibrated right in her ear.Harper turned to look at Kael, who stood towering behind her, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips."I have to get back to the kitchen. My schedule starts at 7:30," Harper said.
THE HEAVY BAKER'S DIRTY CONTRACT 4
Bastards! What is this?! They trapped me into becoming a prostitute?!Restlessness raged in Harper's heart; she felt disgusted. Being a mistress was nothing new in her world. She had received offers from lecherous men repeatedly, and not a single one had ever been accepted by Harper.Even so, the only thing that made her hesitate was the truly fantastic sum."No other man is allowed to touch you. You will be our toy, Harper. Every inch of your body and every sigh that escapes your lips... everything belongs to us."Harper swallowed hard, struggling. Tristan, without permission, slowly crushed his lips against Harper's."Perfect. I love natural lips without fillers," Tristan remarked."I thought no one was to touch her until the contract was signed," Raymond stated, then forcefully pulled Tristan away from Harper."Hey, dude!" Tristan growled. "There's no rule like that! You act like this is your first time doing this!"The document was pushed forward again by Raymond. "Sign it. If you
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Harper was just about to leave the kitchen when Armand suddenly walked in with a cunning look on his face. Behind him stood two black-suited security guards, their bodies towering at nearly two meters tall."Gentlemen, she is Harper, the head pastry chef responsible for tonight’s desserts," Armand announced with great delight.Whispers broke out among the staff still in the kitchen."Harper’s getting fired? Besides, she’s weird, isn't she? She used chili earlier, right?""What do you expect from a fool? It's a good thing she's leaving! No more eyesore!"Harper looked stunned, but there was no panic within her. She glanced toward Mateo, who could only offer a look of regret."Miss Harper, you have been summoned by the executives. Come," one of the guards said."Move it! You’re always so slow," Armand snapped, grabbing Harper’s arm roughly.Harper nodded slowly while hiding her annoyed expression. Not a sound escaped the curvy girl's mouth.They then walked out of the kitchen toward a p
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