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Tempted Love Of The Billionaire

Jean’s one-night stand turned to be the most incredible night of sex she ever had in her life. She wanted it, it happened and not turned to be a disaster. The man she slept with was none other than the son of renowned hotelier Mr. Nichloas. “So, are not we going to exchange numbers?” He asked getting off the bed. “What you thought me, a whore?” I said. “ I thought you like me, might want to see me again.” “Just a one-night pleasure. Now you go home and I will go mine’s.” I said throwing off the blanket on him and went inside the bathroom and he followed me there after a while. “Pull this clasp off my dress,” I told while looking him in the mirror, trying to save a smallest memory of him. He began to slowly pull it up and whispered in my ear, “I am not a whore either whom you will enjoy as per wishes. I want this again one day.” “What do you mean?” I said and wanted to turn to face him but he took a strong hold of my waist. I was unable to move and just looked at him in the mirror. He began licking my bare shoulder with his eyes closed and his hand was rising until it halted in my soft space. I could not resist or stop it. I discovered then; it was my sensitive spot. “Tell me you don’t like this touch again.” He spoke when he cupped my breast over the fabric. “Tell me you want this again.” He said and moved his other hand down from behind and between my thighs. “Stop it.” I turned and pushed him to a wall. How I mustered up this courage to push him backward when I really, reluctantly wanted whatever he was doing now.

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Chapter 2

"Jean, Are you ready?" Kelsey banged on the door and I was putting on my shoes.

"Almost, I am coming," I screamed taking my satchel, my cell phone, my perfume, lipstick, and key.

Kelsey and I go to the hotel together and return together. It's been a year and I still have not learned what is punctuality. Unfortunately, you all will be shocked to hear that I don't have a clock in my house, I see the time in my phone or the pretty alarm wakes me up.

"Interesting, isn't it?"

We took a taxi and reached to hotel and then we divided our path. She is a sexy waitress in the restaurant of the hotel while I am the assistant chef to Mr. Kneedy.

Her life is extremely amazing, she serves hot guys, stares at them with her killer eyes and I am stuck in the kitchen, showcasing my cutlery skills to none.

Damn!

"What do I have in my hand?" Only raw chicken, sometimes broccoli and I have to burn them in the burner.

Boring!

I thought my life would be amazing, interesting, and as sexy as Kelsey but I had to spend my entire day in the kitchen, sometimes fighting with my senior or breathing in difficulty in smoke, sometimes, almost had to murder a quail or burn piece of leg, not mine's although.

Being an assistant chef is not delicious ice cream, I slipped, and sometimes sleep while still standing in the kitchen and underwent cyclical changes of mood swings because of My boss, Mr Kneedy.

He is a pain in my nose, and will leave no chance to rebuke me. His eyes work like a surveillance camera and whoever thinks to find a shortcut, he catches in an instant and bumps onto him.

Kelsey and me divided our paths after changing our outfits. She wore her shirt and mini skirt and I wore the usual apron. She went on to take orders while I went on to cook the orders.

"4 Fettuccine al Pomodoro, 2 Ganache, 1 Pizza Margherita, and a cheesecake" Kelsey brought me the list as quickly as she could and I divided it among other staff. I took the order of Fettuccine and began speeding up. Kneddy arrived fifteen minutes later after we entered the kitchen and began helping others. His main work was to lay hands to others and instruct, coz he is the boss, and the boss does not work.

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