Romans & histoires Mistress Of Spices

“50 dollars for 100 grams? Isn’t that a lot?” Miles smiled, “Not at all! You should see the price of some of the other spices. Cardamom, vanilla, saffron. I’m surprised those three are here, did you have them shipped in?” “Sure did. They just arrived last night, fresh.” “Wow,” Aiden breathed, skimming over the vibrant colors and textures of each spice, trying to picture how expensive they must be. But Miles continued to pick through the ones he wanted, even as the woman put out more.

Three years after my husband, Lucien Vance, put me on a household spending card linked to his account, he hired Camilla Bennett to manage his money. From then on, every dollar I spent needed her approval. "Nine dollars for a cab? The bus costs one dollar." Denied. "An air conditioner for your mom? She's gone without one for decades. What's changed?" Denied. Lucien watched me fume and said, "Camilla knows what she's doing. She's helping us save money. You know I can't stand gold diggers." Then Lucien's mother, Nora Vance, landed in the ICU with severe pneumonia. She needed a ventilator, antibiotics, and continuous hemofiltration. The bill came to $30,000. Camilla denied it again. My hands s

I begged him to give me a chance and he told me that the only way he could give me a chance was if I could last a session with a mistress. I did the research and even then I was not prepared for what was in store. He took me to this beautiful house and introduced me to his lady friend, her name was Mistress p, at the time I didn't know what the P stood for. He told me that he was going to leave me with her and that he would pick me up the following day. Mistress P was a goddess of seduction, from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was already hypnotized.

She barked at the young girl. “We were looking for the spices to add to his breakfast and it took a while before we found it, my lady” Desire froze at that moment, she had been in charge of getting the spices at the market yesterday and she had forgotten to put it at its normal position. The court lady turned to Desire and she knew she was going to die at that moment. Smirking wickedly, she called her name, “Desire darling, how long is it till you become a house-maiden?”

He said, "This is my sister, Sophie Vaughn, and this one…" When he introduced me, his voice faltered. Their gazes both landed on me. I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from crying. Elias' cold voice slowly said, "She's my sister's friend and a student working at my house. She's basically our maid." My heart completely froze. So after six months together, I was just a maid to him. I was someone he could kiss and sleep with, but never publicly show. I swallowed the bitterness, straightened my back, and forced a smile.

"So tell me, how come you know so much about colognes?" Alex asked her. Their conversation had slowly but certainly shifted from Ruth to Christine. She found herself telling him about her love for perfumes and colognes. "When you can't afford something, you stay content with recognizing them," Christine said with a small laugh. The interior of the restaurant was vintage. The furniture was sleek metal and neatly arranged with round sleek tables complimenting the wooden floors. The lighting gave out a comfy and cozy feeling as they were artistic lamps hung at different angles of the stylish European retro-style wallpaper on the walls.

“Your name?” I composed myself and gripped my skirt, trying not to run to the door. “I’m…” I trailed off and glanced at the folders on the floor before looking at him again. “Amity Escobar.” He turned his eyes to his desk before spinning himself around to face the floor-to-ceiling window. “The famous teacher,” he stated. “I was thinking of you, Ms. Escobar.” My hands started to get sweaty. “What you look like…and how beautiful you are to be the talk of the town,” he continued.

He trusted my instincts the way I trusted his and that trust was one of the most valuable things in my life. "Noah wants pasta tonight," I said. A beat. Then a sound that was almost a laugh. "I will bring the good sauce." "Please," I said. I ended the call. Opened my laptop. Returned to work. Somewhere across the city Vanessa Moretti was watching the coverage of her own interview and waiting for it to do what she had designed it to do. She was going to be waiting for a while. Because the woman she had designed it to damage had outgrown the version of herself that could be damaged by it. She was still fighting someone who no longer existed. Still throwing things at a door that had been closed

Greta ordered and Isabel snarled and stomped away. “I’m Greta, the head staff,” Greta introduced herself. “It’s nice to meet you,” I told her, nervously. I wondered what she must think of me, selling myself away to an older rich man. She took me to a room, it was large and well furnished. “This will be your room, there’s everything you need to settle in. Lunch will be served soon.” “Thank you,” I faked a smile as she left. In the contract, it was stated I would be a live-in mistress and quit my job. I would also be discreet about the contract and any breaching on my part would warrant legal actions from Eric.

She smile and laugh devilishly. Emily scoff and cross her arms while Nathan look at me with a shaking head. I was about to stop Emily and get her out of the cafeteria but she put her hand on my face to stop me. “Yes, that’s true and I wasn’t proud that I got him because I stole him but that’s all over now and for your information his marriage was already failing when I met him and I didn’t know that he was married but yes, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t a mistress because I chose to continue seeing him despite that fact but it cannot be undo and I suffer a lot and you have no idea what I’ve been through but you know what? When I chose to left him and decide to live on my own he followed