Three Square Meals Literotica Novels & Stories

"Hey, Trisha, if I'm reading this right, does that mean if I eat that thing, the whole meal is free for the both of us?" Trisha wrinkled her nose. "Logan, that thing is 13 pounds of beef. That's why it's called the 13 Terrible Decisions. You'll never be able to eat it all. They've only had a handful of people that even tried and no one has won, and you have to sign a waiver. We can just get a normal meal. It's okay." Logan gave her a wolfish grin. "This sounds fun, I'm doing it, be my personal cheerleader?"

Want me to bring you something back? Realizing I sounded no different than usual, Lucas visibly relaxed. A voice message came through immediately. Lucas: [No need. Just buy whatever you like to eat. Love you.] I stared at the words "Love you" beneath the voice transcription and felt sick to my stomach. When I looked back at Lucy, she had already composed herself and was trying to strike up a casual conversation with me. Idiot. I ignored her completely, turned, and walked out of the bakery before dialing my father's number.

Caleb said “What are you talking about it not the same, this is home-cooked” Elliott shot at him “It is not the same” Dylan agreed with him and it made me realize that it was just food to me. Food that I ignored half the time and didn’t appreciate but they didn’t get meals like that every day even with eating Michelin star dishes every day it wasn’t the same with meals that came from my mom. “Deal” Elliott shouted and they shook on it May opened the box and it was well packed in different layers. In the first layer were apple and orange slices followed by some pretzels underneath that were two juice boxes before the main meal which was leftover lasagna

“You too. Finish your breakfast. I’m not letting either of you walk out of here on an empty stomach.” James raised his brows in surprise, then offered Lu a small, theatrical salute before resuming his seat. “Yes, sir,” he said, clearly biting back a grin. I turned back to my plate, chewing slower this time. The food was good. Too good, if I was being honest. The kind of comfort food my mother used to make. There was no press conference. No boardroom glare. No glass towers. Just the three of us in a too-small kitchen with mismatched plates and warm food. And for reasons I couldn’t explain… I didn’t want to leave.

With this thought I boldly walked up to the dining, Felicia noticed my presence and rolled her eyes at me, I ignored her and went opposite them and pulled a chair to sit, Lucas's face was bent on his plate as he focused on his meal My eyes feasted on the meals on the table and my stomach chose that moment to embarrass me. The cook had prepared delicious meals, roasted chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli, and a fresh green salad. I scooped a small portion of mashed potatoes and a chicken lap The food was nicely made, not undercooked or overcooked. I'm a lady who loves making the meals I eat, but I must commend her for doing a great job. As we focused on eating, Felicia's phone w

“This is a crime scene. Look at it. No one’s going to believe me otherwise.” James leaned back with a long-suffering sigh. “You’re gonna traumatize your followers.” “Let them be traumatized. This is art.” Meanwhile, Misha, apparently done with waiting, just dug in. Fork to pancakes, knife through steak, spoon into yogurt, all in quick succession like he was a machine designed solely to consume calories. Sadie lowered her phone, frowning. “Wait. Are we actually expected to finish this? Because there’s, like, ten tables worth of food here.”

“That’s because it’s the truth. The way you keep stuffing me with well-cooked meals morning, afternoon and evening. I hope I can make out of my door without struggling.” “Please, that’s too much exaggeration.” She says giggling. I love that She’s smiling because of something I said. “It’s true. For dinner, there’s a glass of smoothie, a bowl of creamy mashed potatoes and?” “Grilled salmon.” “I’m not sure I want to go back to work anymore.” “Liam!” “Cara would be super jealous of me right now.” “Don't be too theatrical, please. In my spare time, I can prepare her a meal. .”

“Uh, no. You go ahead.” “Thanks.” Tres stuffed the strips of bacon into his mouth. “God, you’re a pig!” Eliza exclaimed with disgust. “Whatever.” Tres leaned back in his chair and patted his stomach in satisfaction. “You know, momma’s growin’ boy and all.” “Sure, Tres. There’s only one problem with that: you haven’t grown an inch in three years.” “Here’s to hoping against hope,” he said, raising his smoothie in salute and chugging down the remains.

“Perfect meal.” The combined tables were big enough to allow us room but felt intimate. Elbows bumped. Forks were stolen. Clay tried to sneak bites off Makayla’s plate until she stabbed a carrot stick in warning. Forrest narrated the ongoing “Justice Bar” fundraiser Elijah was running back home like it was a Marvel origin story. “He’s got a triple batch of lemon-almond oat bars cooling as we speak. Our kitchen likely smells like righteous vengeance.” He said. “And roasted almonds,” Reese added dryly.

I looked at him earnestly as if confused because I wanted him to repeat what he said, but he did not and just looked at me instead. That familiar look at me, I saw it with Rhyme. The look that I could never read. Until I was the one to stop out of discomfort and awkwardness in the air. "Why is it good?" I tried to ask again. He smiled. "Can you clear your schedule today?" "I have something to do but I can manage my time even if I won't do it today. Why?" "METER HELPED me and he was the one who suggested the meal," Tita Dominique announced as she opened the food cover. Green potato cakes.