Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire’s Cook: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

CoralineBreeze whipped strands of my hair across my face as I climbed down from the car and watched the nearly empty shoreline of the beach from this distance.“Come on,” Chiara called over her shoulder, bending to pick up her kicked-off sandals before walking towards the water.I did the same and followed her, the sand cool beneath my bare feet.“Here’s a good spot to sit,” she said after a while of walking then unceremoniously dropped her ass into the damp sand, stretching her feet out so the waves touched her toes every time they rolled in.I lowered myself more carefully beside her, placing my sandals next to me and tilting my head up towards the fading light on the horizon.“Ahh, this is my favorite spot whenever I visit the estate.” She leaned back on her palms, releasing a happy breath. “It’s so peaceful and serene here and no one bothers you, especially during this time. You’re glad you left the house, aren’t you?”I nodded with a small smile. “Yeah. And you’re right. It’s re

Alessio“I love you.”Those three words had sent me running as fast and as far as I wasn’t proud of.I couldn’t quite explain how I’d felt in that moment but the first emotion I could remember was shock.It enveloped my body in its paralyzing grip as I held myself still to make sure I wasn’t hearing things or making the words up myself.Then when I was sure they were real, that was when the second emotion set in.I didn’t have a name for it yet. All I could describe was fullness. Overwhelming, thorough, all-encompassing.Like I couldn’t breathe but I could fly at the same time. Something close to that.And then the fear snaked its way through that and squashed whatever the hell was blooming from it.She loved me. That had been my goal all along. To own her body, soul and heart. For her to completely belong to me.It had been a challenge, one I had been determined to win. But the moment she made it a reality, elation wasn’t what I felt.Trepidation was more closely related.The weight

Coraline“Jesus fucking Christ!” Alessio’s next words were in Italian, long and guttural and so fucking hot I was soaking between my thighs and clenching around nothing, craving the fullness only he could give.I sucked hard on him with my tongue and made sure I had his balls in squeezing handfuls, loving his grunts and how roughly he was fucking his cock into my mouth, surrendering himself to the pleasure I was drawing out of him.When I started to feel him swell in my mouth, only seconds away from coming, he suddenly pulled out and left me empty, breathing heavily as he got to his feet.Still on my knees, I licked the salty, addictive taste of him from my lips as my gaze followed his towering frame, standing with his shirt halfway unbuttoned, his sleeves roughly pulled up, and his jeans open around the shiny bulky length of him.“You were about to come, why did you stop?” I asked him, trying hard to keep a pout off my face.“Because I need to be inside your pussy,” he answered in a

CoralineI was still reeling over the fact that David and Hannah had been right.I mean, it wasn’t quite determined yet but from the dress and heels I had a pretty good idea where the night was leading to.A dinner at a nice restaurant maybe. Or a little surprise celebration he had put together.I truly didn’t care what it would turn out to be. Whatever it was would be perfect as long as he was present.It was probably why he hadn’t even been around all day.I floated through taking my bath and slipping on the dress, lingering over my hair and makeup afterward so they both came out perfect.Everything felt dream-like somehow, soft and hazy in a way that seemed surreal, like I was still asleep in the library, especially with the warm steam curling out through the bathroom door and into the bedroom air.I was giddy and hopeful that something was going to happen tonight, which was stupid on my part considering the way things were still left unresolved between us. But after feeling homesi

Coraline“Tu. Ho bisogno che Tu sia qui. Non posso farcela senza di lui.”(Tu. I need Tu here. I can’t do this without him.)We had thankfully arrived at the hospital without the baby making an appearance and Martina was currently being wheeled to the maternity ward.I kept toweling sweat off her forehead and speaking in whispered reassurances that everything would be fine.Now as she laid propped against the delivery bed, fingers white-knuckling the raised side rails as contraction after contraction hit, she begged to see her husband, Arturo.I had already called him countless times but it seemed he wasn’t where his phone was. So I’d had to eventually call Alessio, informing him of what was happening and hoping he’d be able to get through to Arturo himself.“Martina, look at me.” I bent so I was eye level with her. “You can do this. Just keep breathing. In. Out.”She wasn’t really listening, but she was watching me with a wild gaze. So I demonstrated for her until she began mimicking