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I said back "Wait and watch what I do to you then" she fired back "Hey you can't do anything to me, okay, it's all mouth" I said "And by the way what are you guys making," I asked "Why do you want to know" Kira answered "Because I'm gonna eat it in my belly" I replied to her "It's just some pancakes with crepe chicken wraps" Bianca answered "Who sounds delicious," I said "Why won't it sound delicious lazy bones," Kira said

I gasped, and my body reacted instantly. “You’re something else! Fine, if that’s what you want. I’m just going to cook.” Having said that, I took out the ingredients. I decided on pancakes, which I knew were my daughter’s favourite. What I didn’t expect while I was cooking was Fidez kneeling behind me. Since I was only wearing a dress, he had easy access. He ate my p*ssy while I was cooking, and it was an amazing experience.

“All of you, out. I want to cook.” “Out? But, Sir—” “Now,” he cut firmly. Without daring to argue, the servants and chefs exchanged looks and quietly walked backward out of the room. Yet they still peeked from the slightly open door. What they saw made their eyes widen. Grayson Blackwood, a man usually holding only pens for billion-dollar business contracts, now stood before the stove, opening his phone, and turning on YouTube. On the screen, a video appeared titled “How to Make Classic American Pancakes with Maple Syrup.”

He was trying to take pieces of it. " No! This is mine! I have been craving it for so long, I’ll make another one for you." I moved the plates backward as he is sitting infront of me. I won’t compromise with anything especially for banana pancakes. Why do I have to share it if I can have it for myself? " WHAT?! CRAVING?! " He chuckled. " Are you pregnant? ." Thomas and Greta was surprised by what he said. They almost spurt out the food through their mouth while me, I was having hard time to swallow it.

As Nate drives off, I'm jumping in the hallway that I had his number. We've exchanged numbers before he left. I stand, staring at his contact number on my phone. I could not wait to go out with him tomorrow. A few minutes later, I receive a notification from I*******m stating that my newly added contact is on I*******m. Immediately, I open the notification, and it takes me to Nate's profile. I walked to my room, admiring his profile picture. Shirtless picture of him, with one hand running through his wavy black hair and the other holding the phone while he faces a mirror in the bathroom. He's so hot that I lay in bed, staring at it for a long while, before searching for more pictures on his

I can't wait to suck you off real good 👅💦 😇. Missed you you ❤ ~JH❤~

I started to feel irritated because of my headache, it felt like something was digging inside my stomach, you might want to add that I am also feeling so hungry and feel like eating a steak at Jollibee today. "T-Trin..." Miya stuttered. "Oh, Miss Beautrin, you're here. By the way, this is my friend, Claus Monteserio. He's one of the investors of the company." I was stoned in my place when I heard his name. Yeah. I thought I was just hallucinating! W-what?! I was hungry so that's why! I don't know what got into my brain and without saying a word, I just grab my bag from Miya's side before running out of the place.

"We should make the most of it." His eyebrow raised. "What did you have in mind?" "Nothing scandalous," I promised, standing and pulling him up with me. "But we could raid the kitchen for snacks Marcus probably doesn't want us eating." Damon's smile turned mischievous. "I like how you think." We raided the pantry like teenagers. Finding expensive chocolates Vanessa had hidden and Marcus's imported whiskey. I grabbed chips while Damon piled cookies onto a plate. "We're going to be in so much trouble," I giggled as we hauled our bounty to the kitchen island.

They'd probably disown me if they knew about Dante and me that was my fear. I walked out of bed and put on my pants and then staked to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and inside was a Tupper with someone's pancakes. There was also a plate covered in cling film with overnight oats and fruits. I took both of them out. There was a sticky note attached to both of them. On the oats was a note. Eat me. And on the pancakes was the note. Microwave me and then eat me. I laughed, popped the Tupperware into the microwave, and opened the plate of oats hole. I waited for the pancakes to warm.

"Stop stealing my food!" "Come on, don't be stingy. I even pay your wages and you're not letting me eat just this?" Pan says. "Fine. I'm too tired to argue." I say as he grins and takes a whole spoonful. "We did pretty well today. My mother even asked when she will be getting a grandchild." I splutter and all the rice from my mouth ends up on Pan's face and clothes. "This is disgusting Tin!" Pan shouts as he stares in disgust at his clothes.