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By the time I carried the tray back into the office, I had almost convinced myself this wasn’t embarrassing anymore. Almost. Employees accepted their cups gratefully. A few looked far too entertained by this situation. Traitors. Finally, I approached Zion’s office with the last cup. He barely looked up from his laptop as I placed it in front of him. Then he took one sip. And paused. Uh oh. “I drink my coffee black,” he said calmly. Silence. I blinked once. “No sugar.” I looked down at the cup. Cream. Sugar. Disaster. My soul temporarily left my body.

Chantelle People always tell me; how cool it is to live in the upper East side of New York. It's great, don't get me wrong. I've lived my whole life here. Thanks to my parents. Dad has the most famous bakery in New York. He named it, 'Black's Bakery'. Yeah he changed it, since it's a family business, it fits more. Mom is one of the Best Seller around the world. Her book, about her story with dad made a fortune. Well uncle Cole has a best seller too, it's his little love story with aunt Bella. They are both amazing Writers.

Eira picked up a coarse grain cake from the plate on the table and took a bite. Dry crumbs fell onto the table. “These firemelt crystals have perfectly smooth edges. The polishing technique is exclusive to Blackrock royal craftsmen. You can’t buy this quality anywhere on the market.” Eira chewed slowly, her voice completely flat. “And that honey cake shop? The royal family bought it out three years ago. It only supplies the Star Observation Tower. Commoners can’t even step foot on the street it’s on, let alone wait in line.” The smile froze on Eve’s face.

Naabutan kong nagbi-bake ng cake si Mom sa kusina kaya naman bahagya akong tumikhin upang maagaw ang kanyang atensiyon. "Oh, nandiyan kana pala. Hintayin mo na lang ako sa sala. Ipinag-baked kita ng paborito mong black forest cake saka meron din delight diyan sa ref." Ani mom na muling itinuon ang pansin sa kanyang ginagawa. Bumalik ako sa sala at tahimik na naghintay sa kanya. Maya-maya pa ay bitbit na nito ang tray na may laman na cake, juice at ang paborito kong malaking delight.

In the corner sat a plate of peach cake—pale pink cream topped with crushed pistachios. Everything she loved. That bakery was in the north of the city, an hour's drive away. They had limited stock daily and required hours of queuing; often, even after waiting, they would be sold out. Whenever she craved it, she had to pay extra for a delivery service. Avery stared at the cake, her finger pausing at the edge of the sandwich plate. "When did you buy this?" "In passing," Dominic said. He was leaning back on the sofa, his tone flat, but his gaze remained fixed on the corner of her mouth.

, she said placing two bottles of water in front of us and hurried to the kitchen. “You avoided me for two weeks, hm? I know how many times you must have dreamt about my fingers fucking you senseless”, he whispered, leaning on close. God, he was right but no, not anymore. I closed my eyes ignoring how my clit twitched as the memories flooded my mind. “No, I–”. The baker walked back in with six plates. Two of each flavor, she placed three in front of me and the other in front of Gerald. “This is our signature bolo gelado chocolate cake with dark chocolate shavings”, she said gesturing at the chocolate cake slices in front of us.

"I agree with you, dad. Let’s try another flavour." I gasped. "That’s rude. This is a very sophisticated flavour!" Genevieve stifled a laugh and slid the next plate containing a rich, dark brown slice forward. "This is a dark chocolate sponge cake with whiskey-infused ganache with a salted caramel swirl." Calix’s eyes lit up before he could say a word, but the expression on his face was a complete endorsement. He took one bite and leaned back with a groan that could be termed inappropriate. "Now that... that’s a cake."

“This is my sister, Diana Winnington. Do take good care of her, okay?” Since things had progressed to this point, Diana had no choice but to play along and distribute the cake she bought. “Hello everyone, I am Diana. Pleased to meet everyone.” But no one came to receive her cake. “Is that the cake she bought from the café downstairs?” “Yeah, the packaging and cake designs are the same.” “I don’t want any of that. What Kayla bought is way better! Those are cakes from Michelin-starred bakeries in Richburgh. One cost as much as ten of what Diana bought from downstairs. I don’t care for her cakes.”

Melody was completely unaware of what was going on. She and Albert went to a popular pastry shop. The staff recommended their most popular black forest cake to the two with great enthusiasm. The cream was sweet yet not overly rich. The decorative cream flowers on the cake were both intricate and charming. This delightful cake instantly captured Melody's heart. They picked a bright spot in the pastry shop and settled in. Albert flashed a bright smile. He raised an eyebrow and inquired triumphantly, "How is it? I know you'd like it."

I toss my spoon aside and wipe my hands on my apron as I jog out of the kitchen. Jack Teegan, my best friend, is standing at the counter with a large to-go bag in his hand. His eyes are roaming over the refrigerated cases of sweets on display. Ashlyn's Bakeshop sells a little bit of everything - tarts, éclairs, sweet buns, and a number of classic French desserts that no one here in Los Angeles seems to know how to pronounce - but I do the bulk of my business in specialty cakes, sculpted creations so wild that some of them hardly resemble cake at all. Jack is looking at one of my latest creations in the case right now, a dummy cake sculpted to look like a man's chest - complete with bulging p