All Chapters of THE HEAVY BAKER'S DIRTY CONTRACT: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

Harper Evans wiped the sweat pouring down her temples with the back of her forearm. Her white chef’s jacket had long since gone limp, clinging tightly to her plus-size, full-curved body. Her black chef’s trousers stretched taut around her solid thighs and wide hips. Yet, Harper never let her body size slow her down. With fingers that were plump yet remarkably agile, she continued to whisk cream batter in a large stainless-steel bowl, ignoring the ache beginning to radiate through her back.For Harper, this maiden voyage was both an escape and her last hope. The salary from this world-class luxury cruise ship was the only way to pay off her aunt’s mounting medical debts back on land. She had promised herself to keep her head down, ignore the cynical glares, and bake the best cakes her fingers could create.However, that professional composure soon shattered."Evans! Stop daydreaming like a fat pig in front of the oven! You’re making my kitchen look even smaller!" A shrill voice with a

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

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.

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