Novel & Cerita Billionaire Beef Recipe

His stomach grumbled hungrily. "Specially made red wine and oil, the steak was soaked in it," James proudly revealed. Ashley and Katie both rolled their eyes and shook their head, slightly embarrassed by their father. "Meat is from a Mongolian bull, their dense skin makes it easy to absorb those liquids," Nicholas said as he recalled his own trip on food tourism he had been forced to go when he had been having an affair with a board member's wife. The three Moltens stared at him in astonishment.

The French president spoke as numerous waiters rushed out of the doors and offered us bowl plates of what seems to be beef stew. “Ah! Boeuf Bourguignon. Such a delicacy of France,” Princess Scarlette quipped. “Pardon me Princess but what is a “Boeuf Bourguignon”?” I asked her. “Bbœuf à la Bourguignonne is a beef stew braised in red wine, often red Burgundy, and beef stock, typically flavored with carrots, onions, garlic, and a bouquet garni, and garnished with pearl onions, mushrooms, and bacon.”

"Isn't that better? If it's officially out, we won't have to sneak around anymore." I shot him a sharp look. "Dream on! Probation isn't over yet!" The car slipped seamlessly into the evening traffic. "What should we have for dinner?" he asked casually, like this was our usual routine. "I tried a new recipe—tomato and beef casserole. It's mild, comforting, and not spicy." I froze. A billionaire CEO actually offered to cook for me? "You know how to cook?" I asked incredulously. "I only learned it to win you over," he said calmly, keeping his eyes on the road. "As Mr. Y, I'm supposed to be gentle, thoughtful, and able to cook. I have to live up to it."

I felt my nipples pull taut. “It is.” “Then this is a business arrangement, Mia cara. You will either take it or not.” He reached for his pants and pulled the belt from the loop. His shorts were pulled down his taut thighs, and soon, his cock was revealed. It was only semi-hard, and huge. What would it look like when it was fully erect? A line of veins roped up from the base, disappearing just before the pink tip.

He continued. Henry introduced me to the other people who would be working with me. Together, we were a team of fifteen people. We discussed and finalized how the dishes were going to be made and served. Since Chef Laurent already had a menu and the ingredients had been bought, I only had to follow the same menu. For starters, we made mini crab cakes with lemon aioli and also lobster bisque. The main course was Wagyu beef with red wine and wild mushroom risotto with truffle jus.

I braided my damp hair over one shoulder and avoided looking at myself in the mirror again. When I stepped into the kitchen, he was at the island, scrolling through a tablet, a cup of coffee steaming beside him. He looked up, and his gaze swept over me, swift and assessing. There was no hint of the intensity from last night, no trace of the man who had handed me lingerie with a knowing smile. This was Louis Trevane, the billionaire. Composed. Untouchable. “Good morning,” he said. “Morning.” “Sit. Eat.” On the counter was a plate of eggs, avocado toast, and fresh fruit. I hadn’t made it. He had.

“Sometimes, we do things just because we can. That's why we're called the elites.” Of course. I couldn't be surprised. Coming from someone who had never worked a day in her life, and had no idea the value of money, I couldn't really blame her. She was spoiled with blood money, but that's none of her concern. The waiter finally brought the orders to our table and opened it for us. “Allow me to tell you a little about the origin of this beautiful meat. All the way from Alaska, a ten year old cow went down for the creation of this-”

I stared at Zayn who was still focused on his work, his grey suit hugged his body perfectly, his beards looks newly trimmed and his hair was slicked back. "What are you working on?" I asked, stretching my neck to look at his screen. "Just a few points for a brief meeting with some wealthy bas*ards. I raised an eyebrow at him. He rarely uses curse words. "You ain't looking forward to this meeting, are you?" I pinched my lips together to hold back my laughter as he turned to look at me with a scrowl on his handsome face. "Not at all, but I will do what I gotta do to stay wealthy."

He must had the best night, huh? When I reached the wet market, I looked for the ingredients that I will be needing. I will cook beef bulalo as it has been awhile since the last time I ate it. The ingredients of this dish is very expensive that is why I do not always cook it. "Thank you," I smiled at the woman before I left. Beef is really expensive for someone like me.

I walk and sat down on the couch crossing my legs as I picked up at remote control and put my favorites horror movie while my parents her busy looking at me I wonder why. I call one of the maids and asked her to get me pop corn from the fridge. She quickly left and to bring it for me. Some minutes later she came back to the sitting room holding a bowl of pop corn I quickly collect it from her and crossed my legs like a Muslim when they want to pray though I learned it from my boyfriend Hassan,my boyfriend is a Muslim. I focus all my attention to the television my favorites movie is about to start. After some minutes of advertisement the movie finally started I became so gross with that I f