Black Cake Charmaine Wilkerson Novels & Stories

She sees me, waves her friend goodbye and attempts to leave. “Charlie.” I called. “Hello Stan.” Her friend walks away, not wanting to see her friend being punished. “What was that about?” I ask. “That was Amelia. She’s in charge of the dessert for our opening party, and she brought some sample cake.” “Let me see.” She shows me a piece of chocolate cake wrapped in a see through foil. “You can have this one, let me know what you think boss.” Charlie says and heads back to her desk.

“I can't wait to have a bite.” “They are all yours.” She picked the table knife and a part of the cake, it was chocolate. She wondered how he got to know of her favorite chocolate was her favorite. She cut the second cake and found out it was the same, chocolate just like the first cake. She found it hard to believe it was coincidence but on a serious note, it wasn't a coincidence. She shrugged off not to raise any suspicion. The waitress nearby stepped closer, she cut the cake and on top of it was a strawberry. Charlene dipped the spoon in the cake and got from it, she looked at him who was less concerned. She ate the cake, another filled spoon was extended to his mouth.

I take a forkful of the salmon and almost orgasm on the spot, closing my eyes to savour the rich flavour. "That good, huh?" Marcus asks. "Mm–hmm." Is all the reply I can muster. Too busy trying to feed more delicious salmon to my taste buds. We make quick work of the food, all thoughts of a particularly ravishing, gray – eyed beast momentarily forgotten. I seat back in my chair after a while, enjoying the last piece of chocolate cake. We've successfully polished off all traces of food within the vicinity. I feel so full, my seams must be bursting.

I took it and went to sit by her side, which Marcus had vacated because he was now busy playing with the triplets. “Let’s cut the cake!” Riley cried, and Flint produced the knife. He also distributed paper plates to everyone. I alternately fed Briana and myself and did not realize I was famished. The cake was delicious. It was Briana’s favorite. “Chef Carl from the Rosewood Hotel made it, especially for her,” Flint informed us when we read the dedication on the cake. “Please, thank him for me,” Briana said, pink staining her cheeks. “The staff also prepared this.” Charles presented Briana’s caricature in a medium-sized frame with the hotel employees’ dedication.

Kamron and Nate arranged for Nate and his mom to have dinner at the Graycorts on Thursday. I had made two big pans of brownies, and added caramel icing to one of them. I know from past experience that Kamron and Mr. Graycort will eat almost an entire pan by themselves, as can Kimia and Mina. I’d gone over early on Thursday to help set up and prepare Mrs. Graycort for the Mactires. I’d somehow managed to get Mallory to stay home, but I had to have Mina eat at my place and make a double chocolate cake for the M&Ms.

—Irina, I'm not understanding you. —It happens that yesterday I tried to communicate with you all day, we had a visit to the vineyard —she reminded him annoyed—You are my best friend and the only one, but I need if you are going to be with me in the preparations for my wedding, otherwise I will accept the help From Saul's sister, my sister-in-law would be delighted to participate in her brother's wedding. — Luciana closed her eyes upon hearing the hurt tone of her friend, she did not want to disappoint her, she had said it well, she was her best friend and her only one.

She sat down beside him and tapped on his chest, “Mr. Black…Mr. Black…” “Hmm.” He answered lazily without opening his eyes. “Wake up... please.” “Hmm.” “What hmm? Wake up.” She pushed him hard, out of irritation. Carl Black opened his eyes in a narrow squint and asked, “What? Why are you waking me up at midnight?” “I want to eat chocolate ice cream right now. Can you bring it for me?” She pouted and looked at him. Carl Black turned around and went on to sleep, “Tomorrow morning I will bring it. Now sleep and let me sleep too.”