Perfect Man Chocolate Novels & Stories

The life of a baker; a simple one. She most definitely would never have crossed paths with Carlos, that’s for sure. Still, the past cannot be undone which is why she had decided to take her future and that of Carlos in her hands. The lively chatter of customers and sales attendants came to life again in her ears as she pulled herself out of her thoughts and approached the counter. “What would you have today, miss.” the beautiful Black American lady asked, smiling at her. “Two Empanadas and one Pastel de Tres Leches please,” she replied, returning the smile.

If there was one thing Emma hated more than anything in the workplace, it was micromanagers. Plus, the day had started with chocolate. And not just any chocolate, but Ashby Chocolate, the far superior chocolate as far as Emma was concerned. One little truffle had been sitting on her desk when she arrived that morning. It sat in the exact middle of her desk—symmetry that she appreciated—and begged her to eat it. It was dark and perfectly spherical with a light dusting of bronze shimmer that made it almost luminescent under the harsh fluorescent lighting in the office.

Emily said, pointing to the high-end booth. Chloe vowed that she had never laid her eyes on a man as strikingly handsome as him before. His side profile alone was sufficient to overshadow the most renowned male celebrities in terms of looks, not to mention the noble and aloof atmosphere he emanated. It would not be an overstatement to claim that his piercing gaze had the power to slay a person. If there was a word to describe him, it would be “perfect.” He made the man sitting opposite him, who initially looked pretty handsome, seem mediocre.

an unfamiliar voice said behind them. Gwen already had a bad feeling about turning around but she did and what she saw was an image that would be used to fuel her rage for a while. Immediately, the first thing she noted about him was the fact that he was attractive, and that already put a bad taste in her mouth. The next thing she noticed was that he had the biggest smirk on his face accompanied by a stance that made him look tall and assertive. Gwen knew an asshole when she saw one. Captain Marcus gave him a smile. "Ace, how goes it?"

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.

Evan though Oden loved my face and Xavier and a Penelope kept telling me that I was perfect just the way that I am, I knew that my face was different. Now this strange man was looking at it and it made me want to bury myself in a hole and never come out of it. I hated the attention from the handsome evil man. I could feel his warm breath hit my face and I could smell the whiskey on his breath, "the name's Elon, but please, call me Bishop," his accent was thick and different. One that I've only heard through a television screen. A British accent. My eyes stuck onto his blue ones as I held my breath, waiting for him to hurt me, "what do you want from me?" I asked him with a shaky tone.

he rolled his eyes, making me raise my eyebrows. "That's a dangerous assumption, Mr. Wilson." "Are you saying you don't like chocolate?" he asked with a small frown on his face and felt his grip on my waist tighten. "Why don't we find out?" I spoke seductively, running my hands all over his chest and he let out a shaky breath. "Ummm...okay," he pulled out something from the picnic basket and handed it over to me. "Chocolate cupcakes," I tried to hide my smile and he just shrugged.

A smile crept onto her face. Maybe she should surprise him instead. ... Twenty minutes later, Bianca parked outside Daniel's apartment building. She stopped by the bakery downstairs. Daniel loved chocolate cake. She carried the small white box in one hand and took the elevator upstairs. Apartment 804. She stood outside the door. Just as she lifted her hand to knock— A woman's voice came from inside. "You've been avoiding me." Bianca frowned. She looked at the apartment number again. 804. She hadn't made a mistake.

Carl freaking Anderson. The shadows bent around him, like the warehouse had been waiting to host him. His suit was immaculate, not a wrinkle or a speck of dust, though the night air smelled of smoke and gunpowder. His hair was slicked back, steel-gray under the floodlights. His cane tapped against the pavement as he approached us —not because he needed it, but because he enjoyed the rhythm of power it set. His face was set in a permanent smirk, his light sea green eyes drilling holes into every part of my skin. “Skyla,” he said, drawing my name out like silk. “You’ve saved me the trouble of sending my men after you. You don’t know how much that means to me. Truly.”

As if he understands what I want, Vincent uses his strong hands to part my thighs wider after they'd closed from the nipple sucking. The small square coated in a thick layer of texture is the only item left on the plate, and Vincent scoops it up in one swoop. My mouth opens waiting to taste the last dessert of the night, but before he brings it to my lips, he lowers it to another set of them. My eyes widen as Vincent pushes the small chocolate cube against my opening and circles the space twice before flicking it over my clit. Then in one smooth movement, he drops the now-glistening chocolate in his mouth and chews. His eyes close. "Fucking magnificent. You would be my favorite flavor of cho