Share
Welsh Nonsense
Related chapters
The Billionaire's Hot Chef It Ends Here
MONIQUEFrom the moment I stepped into this house, suspicion stirred in in my stomach, fear climbing up my spine, but I refused to give in. There was no turning back now. I had to face the music. I didn't even know anyone here, and so if anything happened, there was no one to call to get me out of here. "Make yourselves comfortable, yeah." She said, that Welsh accent making rearing its head. You could take the woman out of the village, but never could you take the village out of the woman. "We have tea, wine. Whatever it is that you want." She said. Adrian walked to the closest seat to the fireplace and made himself comfortable while I remained standing-- the driver, and the maids as well. Adrian was probably going to yell at them if they sat. " Monique, don't do that where I am. Will my lap be more comfortable than the chairs?" Adrian asked. I could see his teeth through the fire, and I wanted nothing more than to pull each of them out while I watch him wallow in agony. The dinwi
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Violated
MONIQUE "Don't do this." I shook my head, attempting to stop the tears from falling, but God, it really was hard. Was this how everything would end? You know, for all these months, a fragment of my mind, and a part of me believed I was going to get that happily ever after ending just like everyone. If someone told me that I would walk to my death majestically, I'd laugh because in my head, that person would be a fucked up sadist with a messed up life. I always had hope. "How the mighty have fallen." Adrian's wicked laughed pierced through the air again, and I'm actually so done. He rubbed his chest as he got closer, and closer to me. "What do you even want?" I asked, still seated there--preparing for my death with all sorts of food laying on the table before me. "You're quite foolish for a billionaire, don't you think? I want it all. I want the power, the wealth, every fucking thing!" He said, stamping his feet on the ground while I sat there, looking at him right in the eye--wh
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Violated Part. 2
MONIQUE There was no way I could talk with a gun in my mouth, and so all I did was nod and put my palms together as an indication of plea. The tip of the gun was touching my throat, and I swear to God, I wanted to puke so bad. "You're going to suck on the gun, spit on it, and gag until I tell you to stop." He said. Right there, and then, my gag reflex was on high alert, and I almost choked on the weapon that was in my mouth. I shook my head, indirectly saying 'you don't have to do this'. The magnanimity of the whole situation triggered more tears, and they just kept falling and wetting the ground below me. I could go lower and lick the tip of his shoes right now, but not this. Anything but the gun in my mouth. What even made the matter all the more awkward was the fact that there were people in this room watching me. So many fucking people. Thank fuck this wasn't the United States, and this was one of those occasions where I was grateful to God for not allowing civilization to ha
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Saviour
MARCUSI hope I'm not late. I hope I get there just in time, and she's still very much alright. I pray that I wouldn't have to live a life filled with regret because of actions I could prevent from happening. I didn't have any excuse for leaving her, but I was guessing uncertainty was one of the things that triggered it. I'd been gone for a while when I could have just gone on my knees and begged her to give me what she was willing to. I'd have accepted it. Rather, I took it to the extreme, and revealed secrets that I should have waited to tell her. She's in danger now, and if anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself. I thought I was going to be able to beat the time, and be there early but a lot of factors led to the delay. The first one being that it rained, and given that condition, there were things the horses could do, and things they couldn't. Never in a million years will horses suddenly want to function when it was raining cats and dogs. Not really a valid reason
The Billionaire's Hot Chef On My Path To Healing
MONIQUE The love of my life was stooping down close to me, and I was looking at him right in the eye. That eye contact was all the assurance I needed. I'd waited for this for so long. "I love you." I said, my voice so fucking evident of the stenght that I lacked. I didn't want to think about it. To think about Adrian, and what he took away from me. God, remembering it made fresh tears fall from my eyes. It was as though he understood me. With his thumb, he brushed the tears away. "He did this to me." I said to him, crying. He raped me. It wasn't only him. They were so many. " I was a sobbing mess by the time I was was done with my statement. It was a good thing that I was vulnerable with him. "I know." Marcus said, nodding. I continued to stare at him while sobbing and swallowing those silly lumps that formed in my throat every so often. I looked crazy because while Adrian was definitely I cried, and that drained some of the energy in me. Once I passed out and woke up a while ag
The Billionaire's Hot Chef The Plan
Two Months Later… MONIQUE " It's really fucked up, G. " I said, shaking my head and still caught up in the shock of seeing her. It had been almost four months. "I'm an asshole, I know, but I'm so fucking sorry."Looking at Gina kneeling before me right now, there was nothing I could do. Something in me so badly wanted to hate her for abandoning me for almost two months, but I couldn't just bring myself to oblige. Yes, she did abandon me, but my mind went back to the times before the abandonment. To the beautiful memories we shared. I was guessing there was a limit to the extent she could go for me. She'd always told me that there was nothing she wouldn't do for me, but the day we trusted humans was the day it was going to be over for us, and the sad thing was that I really did take her word for what it was. At the end of the day, we were all humans, and were always going to fuck up no matter what. Marcus and I had discussed, and we'd come to the conclusion that I was going to le
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Epilogue
MARCUS Being back in the United States felt unbelievable. I'd only been gone for a few days, but it felt as though I'd been gone for six months. Life was panning out well. I'd gotten to know Monique so well that I read her like an open book now. She didn't need to complete some of her statements before I knew what it was. We definitely were soul mates. Our future wasn't something we'd both sat down to ever discuss, but we knew we were spending the rest of our lives together–that one was insured, it was a matter of timing. Just when I was thinking about her, she walked in for a bit before stopping at the door, her hand stretching and holding the door frame as though if she didn't, she'd lose support, and break a bone. I was stunned by her position. "What?" I asked her, smiling. "What the shirt says, you dummy." My eyes landed on her shirt, and it said 'Marry me, Marcus'. Cross my heart, if I could faint, wake up and faint again, I was going to do so. What the fuck was this life
The Billionaire's Hot Chef Bad Bad News
𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 ♚"Ms Jenkins. It is very critical. We are not sure he's going to come out of it." The doctor on the other end of the line said before my shaky hands end the call. Please come back home. His last words replayed in my head over and over again, the memory so clear and fresh, it could have been just yesterday that he'd just requested for me to come over. God, please do not let this happen to me. My relationship with God wasn't something to be considered good, but I could make a vow here, and now that if father came out of this, I would mend my relationship with Him. Father had gotten into an accident that put him in a coma, and it was possible he was never coming back. The doctor had advised me not to get my hopes up. He'd told me to come to England to see him. He'd told me, but I didn't take him seriously. Were we going to be referring to him as a thing of the past? I really hoped not. The last time we spoke on the phone was
Latest chapter
- The Billionaire's Hot Chef Epilogue
- The Billionaire's Hot Chef The Plan
- The Billionaire's Hot Chef On My Path To Healing
- The Billionaire's Hot Chef Saviour
- The Billionaire's Hot Chef Violated Part. 2
- The Billionaire's Hot Chef Violated
- The Billionaire's Hot Chef It Ends Here
- The Billionaire's Hot Chef Welsh Nonsense
- The Billionaire's Hot Chef You're Dead To Me
