Mistress Of Spices Novels & Stories

Spending it with a man that she was assured would give her many orgasms was a much better alternative. Her bulletproof Cadillac swept by Edmund's estate as she drove against the evening rush like this was some kind of date that she was hurrying to meet up with. Edmund was a monster. He couldn't even consider her condition and take his concubine elsewhere; neither could he even try to keep to the rule of fidelity that bound their marriage together. He rushed off into her arms the first chance he got. And all for what? What did she have that she didn't have? Or rather, what was she doing to him that she couldn't do? Was Edmund bewitched?

Fifteen minutes later they were walking out of the store, a slab of prime pork belly resting at the bottom of a separate shopping bag that he carried while Vivienne cheerfully counted down the spices for the marinade. “Cloves, nutmeg, chili pepper – oh!” She glanced up at him with a smile that was somewhere between concerned and teasing. “You’re okay with spice, right? You’re not going to start sweating and crying if I sprinkle a tiny bit of habanero into the pot, are you?” A huff escaped Marcus’s nose, a tiny exhale of amusement as he met her irresistible, glittering eyes with a smirk of his own. “Do you really think that I’m the type of person who goes down so easily?”

" Little Miss, your lunch is ready" one of the cooks walked in with a tray of food. Zephyr waved her off, she called her back at the last second. " Is anything the matter little miss, I've improved on my cooking after your instructions the last time and I remembered to limit the amount of proteins in your food, everything was made with fresh spices and ingredients" The cook said in a hurry, she had been hired recently and she had already started to get into the little Miss bad books.

Nerissa grabbed Isabella's hand. "Nerissa, we are going to work here as maid. We shouldn't take advantage of their kindness." But Nerissa wasn't listening at all, instead she also followed inside without even helping Isabella to carry their luggage. "Wow! That's really huge!" The mansion was enormous; it looked like a palace. The floors were shiny white marble, the stairs curved up with intricate designs carved into them, and the chandeliers seemed endless. Before the grand staircase, there are two people wearing maid's uniform.

The door to the room was now fully closed making the smell of instant noodles gather in the room. "D*mn girl!" said Lilyana while looking at the door. Her eyes glanced slightly at the bowl and glass that Ivy had placed on the nightstand. These instant noodles really tempt the taste buds, even Lilyana, who already feels full, wants to eat them right away. However .... "No ... no! I can't eat it, I can't eat my husband's mistress's cooking!" She went back into hiding place. The thick blanket covered her from head to toe. That way too, the smell of instant noodle that was now filling the room didn't smell too much to her.

⋆ ⋆ ❧ ⋆ ⋆ “Sex without love is merely healthy exercise.” ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ “I'll have a twenty piece plate of nuggets, i don't want anything else but mustard as a dipping sauce, a side of fries and a berry cheesecake and to drink a peach iced tea.” I give the waitress a small smile as I hand her the menu. She takes the menu and turns to Jet who is looking at me with his mouth wide open, “Just a coffee please.” he asks and the waitress turns to place our order.

Some of the waitresses flirted with the customers. Roxanne's eyes scanned the clubhouse for Madam Loo. She soon saw the lady sashaying towards her. Madam Loo wore her silky black hair in spring curls and was wearing a leopard print gown that had slit up to her thighs. The lady was voluptuous and had very bold makeup going on. "Good evening, Madam Loo." Roxanne greeted the lady. Madam Loo looked at her dressing, obviously disgusted by her appearance. "You are right on time, Roxanne. Come I'll take you to go get dressed." Madam Loo led her down to the dressing area. Other girls were getting dressed up.

"Mia, I do not understand. How can one find a secretive mistress by just turning around?" "You are a police officer, Ethan. You are clever and keen-eyed." Mia's smile broadens. She sparkles with optimism. “Mia, I don’t think we’ll be able to find someone to fulfill the role of a mysterious mistress on duty. My skills are more suited for apprehending criminals rather than pretending to be a romantic partner,” Ethan expressed, his eyebrows drawn together in concern.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

Their fate might be worse than that of the Parisis. ****************************************************************************