Pedro Como Agua Para Chocolate Novels & Stories

Chapter 34 Pedro had woken up very early that Saturday. The Texas heat was already beginning to show its strength, but it didn’t dampen his enthusiasm. After weeks of searching and several interviews, he had finally landed a job in his field: cook at the most famous farm in Texas. Pedro was Brazilian, a carioca from Rio de Janeiro. His passion for cooking had been with him since he was a boy. That passion was evident in every dish he prepared, and now he would have the chance to showcase his skills in such a special place.

I stuttered, “A- Alejandro?” “Yes, it's it. Where are you?” “I'm still out. Why are you calling me from the landline?” “Your grumpy butler refused to give me your number so I just searched for the word ‘master’ on the landline and Voila!” “Pedro is not a butler,at least not totally.” “Well what is he?” “It's complicated.” “If it looks like a butler and talks like a butler then it is a butler.” I sighed in defeat.

I coughed, raising my head to see Pedro, staring at me with water dripping down his face. Or, maybe it wasn't water. That must be… My coffee! I fucking spat my coffee on his face. “Oh, shit I'm sorry.” I tried to stand up but he held out a hand. “It’s okay.” he smiled, took out a neatly folded handkerchief and wiped his face clean. I felt like shit for what I did. I honestly didn't mean to spat out my drink in the first place. Not to think it would land on his face. “I think… No. Not think. My mother killed your parents.” Pedro said, and it must be that I had lost my hearing because I didn't seemed to understand what he said.

My eyes watered from the overwhelming pleasure as he gently circled my clit with his fingertips. “Uncle Pedro…” I whimpered, my voice barely audible. He smiled, looking pleased with how I was falling apart under his touch. Then he pulled his hand away from my pussy, brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, and slowly licked them clean right in front of me. He even pushed them between his lips and sucked, savoring my taste. I gasped, my hands flying up to cover my shocked mouth. Oh my goodness… “What the hell…” I breathed, eyes wide.

Some wondered if she became his mistress because of her beauty. Pedro was standing beside his brilliant black Lamborghini Aventador; he wore a royal blue blazer with a black shirt over a black slim-fit suit trouser, his shirt had two buttons unhooked revealing some portions of his tattoo; he was on a call and he had his back turned to the house; when he finished the call, he turned around to know what was keeping his little angel, then he saw her;; he was on a call and he had his back turned to the house; when he finished the call, he turned around to know what was keeping his little angel, then he saw her; he stool in awe. "Who is this beauty?" Pedro said still staring at her

On the far end of the table was a towering display of halo-halo ingredients, ready for scooping into chipped enamel bowls, topped with shaved ice and a generous scoop of homemade ice cream. Pedro leaned against one of the trees near the buffet, sipping salabat from a small clay mug. He was dressed in a crisp barong and wore an expression of rare, undisturbed contentment. His eyes stayed on Alice and Leonora, watching them laugh like no time had passed between them. “You’re staring,” Isagani said, elbowing him playfully. Pedro just smiled. “Let me.”

she blurted out in disbelief, Pedro chuckled and handed her a glass of wine. “Someone was dreaming about me,” he said with a mischievous grin, he couldn't contain how happy he was feeling. Olivia was still shocked to see him. “I'm bathing, please go,” she muttered when she realized he was seeing her naked. Taking a long gulp of wine, Olivia waited for Pedro to leave. “I… I thought someone prepared something for me,” he started while taking off his shirt, seeing Olivia nearly choking on the liquid in her mouth, but ended up muffling her mouth with her hand.

Boring. We then headed to the park just nearby and sat on one of the benches eating our ice-creams. I could not keep the moans back that escaped my mouth as soon as I tasted the smooth texture on my tongue, my eyes were closed. This was pure heaven. I heard a small growl next to me and when I opened my eyes, I saw Pedro looking at me with lust-filled eyes. They were a black color, and from what I know is that that look meant trouble. “Tell me about Pedro. Have you always stayed in New Orleans or did you come here for all the festivals?” I asked him, trying to defuse the situation.

“Wait, I thought you said you could not speak English fluently.” A smile appeared on Pedro’s face as he replied, “I am sorry, Miss Stanford. I actually speak fluent English. I only pretended so that people will dismiss my presence easily.” Then he quickly added, “This fact, of course, is known to Master Javier.” His cheeks reddened as he continued shyly, “He figured it out during my first week working with him and called me out. Though he said that it is fine for me to continue speaking in thick Mexican accent and mixing some Spanish words into my sentence to give the impression that I am not fluent in English. But he assured me that I did not fool him. Since then I always drop my pretense w

I add to be precise. "We were just discussing that but you were miles away." Pedro says patiently as if he is speaking to a child not the CEO of the organisation. I inhale and try to uncloud my mind of thoughts of Ava and her perfect body, her slim neck that I want to kiss all over down her chest and to her nipples. I feel myself twinge and adjust the way I am sitting to allow some comfort to the soft bulge forming in my pants.