THE HEAVY BAKER'S DIRTY CONTRACT
The always-in-control CEO took a second spoon, scooped into the center of the cake, which released a thick, dark-red liquid, and tasted it.
Raymond's jaw tightened. His eyes, usually cold as ice, suddenly ignited. Audacious. Daring. Rebellious. There was a brazen pride in every bite of this dessert.
"Armand didn't make this. That coward worships tradition too much to use chili in premium chocolate."
Kael, who had been standing with his arms crossed the whole time, finally stepped forward. He reached for Tristan's spoon, scooped up the remaining sauce on the plate, and tasted it. A predatory smirk—a look rarely seen—slowly spread across the aggressive man’s face.