Linguini Remy Novels & Stories

"Let's take a shower. I want to have a snack before I leave to meet Zal." Remy's legs trembled when he tried to stand and I helped him up when he blushed. "Your cum is dripping out." "Clenched it then, wait until we're under the shower." I gave the side of his neck a long lick and my Remy bit his lip. Fuck...

He chuckled proudly, "I told you, just trust me tonight. So, wanna try another flavor?" I paused for a second but nodded in the end, I finished two glass of alcoholic juice with different flavor. The first one is lemon that's why it's a bit sour while the second one is strawberry, now I'm finishing my third one. "Woah! You like mint flavor?" Remi's eyes widened when I finished it. "Yes, I like it." It's also has same scent with Alpha Dexion's soothing pheromones... He was about to say something when someone approached us, "Hi, it's been a while since we last saw each other. How are you, Jeremiah?" The woman wearing a red cocktail dress that made her porcelain skin more visible started to spe

I made Béchamel sauce pasta, it's Italian, I don't even know why am I making Italian food but I think I have to put effort into making him fall for me. Once I was done cooking, I made my way out and noticed Giulia dusting the living room, she stopped when she saw me giving me a gentle smile before she got back to work. The urge to ask her about Lorenzo was so strong that I gave up, "Where's Reyna?" She stilled, "At the club..." My heart drowned in my stomach, "Which club?" "Il Palazzo..." "Why?" I asked, almost aggressively. "Reyna and I work there, we do waitressing at night."

I take a look at the menu, it’s written in Italian. I know the Italian language but I am not very fluent in it. I glance back up at him to see he hasn’t taken his eyes away from me. I raise an eyebrow, silently questioning his stare. "You’re Italian, right?" I ask him. He nodded. "Well, you know this type of food better than me. I will get what you're having." "Are you sure?" He asked "Yeah, just don’t order something too buttery." He nodded and looked down at the menu "How about Lumache alla Romana for an appetizer?"

I just find myself shaking my head at how he can entertain such conversations for as long as he does, again outdoing me in the daddy department, as well as the husband one. We all sit to eat dinner, and I’m a little surprised when Jonny puts Loyalty’s plate down and there is actual spaghetti and meatballs on it like everyone else’s. Then she twirls her fork and I realize her spaghetti is green! “What the hell are you eating?” I can’t stop myself from saying, causing Jonny and Meme to laugh. “Zucchini noodles”, she says, and I look at her curiously. She pushes her plate toward me and I stab my fork in.

On the dining table were the dishes Remy had promised, all of which were Elisa’s favorites. The feeling of being constantly cared for like this was truly wonderful. Elisa had eaten quite a few snacks before the meal, so she was not very hungry, but she still ate a fair amount. It was simply impossible to resist Remy’s excellent cooking skills. “Remy, I’ve noticed your cooking skills are getting better by the day. You’re almost catching up to Austin.” Austin was nicknamed “Austin of the Divine Hands”. It was a testament to his exceptional culinary skills.

“Let’s just enjoy being here, together, on our honeymoon.” I clinked my glass against his, nodding. The food, when it arrived, was as delicious as promised. We shared a decadent plate of bruschetta, polishing off every piece of toasted bread with tomatoes, and were still hungry for more when the entrees came. My linguine was loaded with plump shrimp and tender scallops, all tossed in a light garlic and white wine sauce. Elijah’s arrabbiata was fragrant with tomatoes and chili, and he insisted I try a bite, warning me about the heat with a mischievous smile.

Judeo informed me, which made me nod. “I’m coming, wait for me there at the main entrance,” I raised my voice before calming myself down so that I can walk properly. It wasn’t long until we entered the restaurant. Its name was Linguini, full of Paris-special dishes with a little bit of a touch of New york. Some of the displays were cookies, and cakes and those were my favorites because they were all made with cheese and cream cheese. Aside from that, the ambiance of the air puts my whole being at ease because the place wasn’t too cold or warm.

I'm starting to doze off when Remi starts squirming. "Fucking A!" She groans. "Remi, baby." I try talking to her to get her to talk again. She yanks and pulls against the restraints at her wrists and ankles. Her groggy voice fills the room again. And I swear it's the most beautiful sound. "I'm gonna fucking puke." She says, and I'm clueless. "What's she talking about?" I yell asking no one in particular for clarification as to what the hell is going on.

Although Tanya's presence had been annoying, it didn't ruin my appetite. I enjoyed a large plate of creamy pasta before heading back to the office. As soon as I got there, I received a call from Lindey. I hadn't been home for two days, so it was normal for her to call. "Hey, Lindey." "Rea, don't stay at your friend's place too long. Come home tonight. I made gnocchi with cumin and ground beef," Lindey said, making me smile.