Dearest Chef

Chapter 4

As soon as I take a step away from the heavy person who's Steven, I realize that the girl has completely disappeared from my field of vision. 

Somewhat embarrassed; I glance around, making sure it's not just an apparition. I look in every corner and she's nowhere to be found.

It is as if she had gone up in smoke or I suffered a mental lapse where I've had imagined that fascinating girl. 

I frown, paying no attention to my co-worker's annoying spiel, and sooner rather than later; we approach the group of boys who laugh out loud, perhaps because of the amount of alcohol that runs between them.

It is a large group where men predominate, there are only three or four girls; That's not counting the dark-haired woman I had seen before and now miraculously she was nowhere.

I huff in a bad mood. Blame everything on Steven.

The i***t that almost has to drag me and push me to make the presentations, I was not interested in meeting any of those laughing fools, But I really tried hard to be “nice” even though I wanted to get out of the place more than socialize with them.

I pay attention to my co-worker, (or at least I try to), although my face remains undaunted and my desire to continue that conversation is so many; like the ones I have to throw myself out of a building in parachutes.

It turns out that his friend; this Kendall doesn't even live in Canada, he was just visiting the country with his cousins and soon he would have to leave, since he would return next to his sister to spend Christmas there.

I'm about to comment on something biting, when the voice of this Kendall is heard above the noise.

"Steve told me you live in California." A huge smile forms on his face and he gives me a push on the shoulder that makes me glare at him. "Can you believe me too? The world is small, isn't it?"

"You can't imagine how much," I grunt through clenched teeth, "I will surely treasure this moment until my death" I add in an ironic tone, which no one can notice. 

The aforementioned and annoying friend of Steven lets out a laugh that doesn't make me funny at all. I decide to make an excuse and walk away from them so I don't twist my coworker's neck and his annoying friend.

I still can't control the trembling in my hands as memories of the landing come to me over and over again. The "job" I was supposed to do was off the coast of the United States, specifically Long Beach.

I snort softly and a perfume seeps through my nostrils, a woman with blond hair is on my left; Looking at me with such a libidinous smile, it immediately catches my attention. This may be the distraction that I am needing right now.

"Hello, handsome", her insinuating tone and the small hand going to my abdomen, make it clear to me that she is a p********e; or, an easy woman. "Why so lonely and grumpy?" 

I want to reject the comment of "grumpy", but in the end I tell myself that she is right and I outline a half sardonic smile, giving her the green light to continue with her intentions. 

"You are so handsome, weren't you told?" She smiles broadly, flapping her eyelashes. "It's not something that people here have, by the way".

 I grimace, trying not to think about the irony, but I find it impossible.

As fake as a three dollar bill.

"Are you from around here?" I feel her hand move lower and my breathing becomes heavy, A shiver runs from head to toe and suddenly I feel urgent. "Because it doesn't seem, rather …"

"Do you want to get down to business, woman?" I blurt out in an almost rude tone, causing her to look puzzled. I snort. "Tell me what your price is and get rid of so much unnecessary talk".

She blinks quickly and understands it when it's return. She purses her lips in an obvious angry gesture and suddenly I feel lost. 

What the hell is wrong with her now?

"My price?" She seems to spit the words out in frustration, squinting. "Who do you take me for, do you think I'm a p********e?" 

I'm about to roll my eyes, but really the blonde in front of me is not bad. I take a breath and tilt my head curiously. She has pulled away from me a bit and her arms are crossed, looking defiantly at me.

"I am sorry for the confusion" At the moment, I feel that the role of "mister nice guy" does not fit me at all "It's not that you look like a p********e, it's that I am an i***t who need a glasses. "Sorry, doll".

Her smile is present again and she looks at me hopefully, as if she was afraid this time to show her clear intention of having s*x with me. Right now, frankly I don't care if she want that from me, we have the same idea in mind.

"Dammit, you really are adorable," I'm about to laugh. Me, adorable? Hah. "You can buy me a drink and then ... well, we'll see, right?"

She uses her insinuating tone again and automatically smiles, telling me that perhaps she wasn't a p********e but worse; since she did not charge for her services, she was simply a decent girl-looking fox.

Better for me, it was what I was looking for: s*x without commitment. 

I invite her a Martini and sooner rather than later, she throws herself into my arms, lighting every fiber of my being. I make an enormous effort and after paying the bill, we went to a more private place, one of those areas called "vip" of the place, where I could touch her however I wanted.

I'm not even looking for Steven or any of his friends, frankly I care a s**t about them.

I can barely keep the girl's hands away from me and that bothers me a bit; However, I choose to enjoy her immodest caresses and her kisses with tongue that are already wreaking havoc on me.

The site is elegant and spacious, spacious and alone. Ideal for a meeting like this, where I could make and break at my whim that blonde with delicious and cute breasts.

I quickly ram her against the wall as I devour every space and scowl from her mouth, I feel my crotch throb with desire. Her hands fly up to my behind and muddle me against his crotch, I moan against her mouth, feeling the fire rise up my back.

The distraction is working and that has me almost euphoric. The woman starts to take off my shirt quickly and I gently bite her lower lip, going through her mouth with my tongue and making her moan with pleasure.

"You are so ... passionate," she manages to gasp as I start to pull up her skirt. "And you also kiss delicious …"

"Shut up," I order dryly, stroking her buttocks and pressing her against me. "Fewer words and more action, babe".

In response, she get a gasp when I pull out one of her breasts and bring it to my mouth, sucking it hungrily. She arches her hips against my tight erection and I feel like I'm maxing out. A grunt of satisfaction escapes me.

Her hand slips between us and releases the button on my pants; quickly lowering the closure of the same. I feel his warm fingers slide down my d**k, as she kisses my earlobe and the hollow behind my ear. 

Hoarse grunts of satisfaction come out of my mouth, her expert hand moving without hesitation for my s*x and soon she kneels in front of me, sticking her thick lips at my excited manhood. 

She flinches when I grab her hair and throw her head back. Her eyes darkened with desire and her tongue licking her lips excite me greatly, I nod once and she smiles mischievously, giving me a lick that makes me shiver. 

"Do you like it, handsome?" She murmurs in a sensual way, before inserting it into her mouth completely. I nod and close my eyes when that happens.

Hoarse gasps join my grunts of satisfaction, while her smooth lips move with mastery over my long and excited phallus. One of her hands grips my butt and she begins to suck and lick hungrily, I feel like I'm going to c*m any minute.

She suddenly separates and looks me in the eyes, wiping the corner of her lips with sensuality. It's hard for me to spin a coherent thought, but the first thing that goes through my head is that she really looks like a p********e.

I shake my head and lift it off the ground to bring it up to my height, devouring her mouth with a demanding kiss. She reciprocates immediately, wrapping her arms around my neck and becoming more attached to me.

With one of my hands, I reach for the warm, wet part of her body, pushing aside her bikini and inserting two fingers into her s*x. I feel her contract against them and moan loudly into my ear, making me smile with satisfaction.

"Keep ... like this," she gasps desperately as I move the pair of digits in circular motions, that cause spasms in her body. I feel her shiver. "Oh God…"

She nudges me gently and pulls out of her small bag a small silver package that I immediately recognize. I smile halfway, satisfied and she proceeds to place it on my d**k.

When she has just done so, I raise one of her legs and wrap it around my hip; feeling like I can't take it anymore, I smashed her against the wall again and entered her with a single thrust, drawing a gasp from her mouth. 

The sensation is satisfying, but it intensifies when she begins to swing her hips, seeking to exacerbate my self-control. I rush to fulfill her demanding wishes, grabbing her by the hips and pinning her even more against the wall.

Her moans are no longer restrained and I hear her gasp loudly against my ear, begging for more out loud. Group of pleasure, yielding to her wishes, the music is heard in the background and I am completely sure that no one can hear the "task" that takes place here.

Cardinals of pleasure spread all over my body under my dermis, their moans are driving me crazy and I charged harder, sweat starts slipping down my neck, getting lost somewhere on my shirt.

I inhale deeply as I feel very excited. She strokes my back and throws her head back, letting out moans and gasps uncontrollably, sooner rather than later she strained in my arms and she reached o****m.

 I breathe hoarse and feel the proximity of mine. I hit even harder between the wall and her anatomy, speeding up the thrusts; growling as I felt spasms of pleasure run down my back, becoming more and more constant.

A tingling is concentrated at a single point throughout my d**k, streaks of pleasure intensify at that point and soon, a stronger spasm makes me feel as if it is going to explode, my head is spinning and after a last pounding; I finally reach my o****m, letting out a groan.

My breathing is erratic just like yours. She places a soft kiss on my cheek and I undo the union of our bodies, she lets out a soft moan and a short giggle that suddenly causes me irritation.

I try to beat the air that comes out of my mouth, the sweat of our bodies have joined and I feel her breath hitting the base of my neck.

I get rid of the condom and pull up my pants, she looks at me biting her lips; pay attention to each of my movements.

"That was good, wasn't it?" Says in a mellow and pampered tone that makes me grimace. Again it clings to my sweaty, agitated body, brushing against the lobe of my ear. "Much better than her, surely I made it richer than that b***h".

I split suddenly, seeing how a huge smile is drawn on her face. My hands cling to her shoulders as I try to make sense of her words. Has she been mistaken of person? Was she mistaking me for someone else?

"What is it, Peter?" My gesture breaks down when I hear my name, I tighten her slim body even more. "Still don't know who I am?" 

What the f**k? 

"How the hell do you know who I am?" I practically spit out the words on her face. She winces when I make my grip stronger, feeling the frustration creep into my mind and body. "Who sent you?" I feel her tense in place. "Answer me, damn it!"

"Oh, let me go!" She tries to get out of my grip, but I don't allow it. She groans in pain. "You are an asshole!" 

"You have no idea how asshole I can be, if you don't f*****g tell me the truth" I speak between my teeth, not giving in to my grip one bit. She complains again. "Talk now or you will know what hell is".

I take a step back, stunned by her words. What the hell? Jasmine? It must be a damn joke! 

"Jasmine?" My voice is contained, hoarse. I can barely control the trembling in my hands. What does she have to do with all this? "You…"

Suddenly, understanding makes its way through my mind and my mouth is puzzled when I remember her face, although similar to now; her hair was different, as were her nose and eyes.

I frown and she smiles again, probably guessing that I've finally remembered who she is.

"Roxanne?" My words seem acid, I can't believe that damn woman is there. She nods once, amused by his trick. "Does Jasmine know you're here? It will kill you if it finds out!"

"What thing?" She looks at me teasingly, gently caressing my chest. "That I could finally f**k his «sweetie»? Hardens her gesture, adding with disdain: "I care a s**t what she says, I told her that someday she would pay for it".

"She's your best friend, Roxanne," I roll my eyes, clicking my tongue. She overshadows her gesture.

"It was, dear Peter." She holds up a finger, stressing the word hard. I raise an eyebrow sourly. "I still don't understand how you could get involved with her".

"Neither do I," I admit in a huff, Roxanne giggles. "That does not mean that what you have done now is right". 

"Now is that you complain, Peter," a wry smile slowly forms on her lips. I snort frustrated.

"I'm not saying I didn't like it, silly," I weigh my hair, weighing the words. "I try to separate myself from this world and everything that has to do with it. You will understand that this cannot happen again". 

"I highly doubt of those words, darling," She talks playfully, trying to grab hold of me. Suddenly I walk away, putting a safe distance between us "After this, Jaz will never leave you alone". 

I clench my teeth with an enormous desire to hit her or at least shake her, but I knew that would be worse. I close my eyes counting to a thousand, cursing my bad luck and my f*****g hormones"

"Are you blonde now?" I raise an eyebrow, feeling disgusted by the situation, despite the ravages of her body on me. "Yes, you achieved what you wanted, but this will never make me see you with different eyes, Roxanne".

Her gesture breaks down and I know I've hit the nail on the head, hurting his susceptibility. She presses her lips in a fine line, looking at me resentfully.

Frankly I care a s**t, so I remain undaunted on the spot.

 "You can never get out of this, Peter." Her words are pure acid, I feel my stomach shrink. "Do you think she will leave you just like that?" She looks at me teasingly this time. "Honey, with this latest job, you've signed your final judgment".

I take her by the shoulders again feeling the blood boil, but immediately two huge guys appear to take me from that place, Roxanne laughs out loud at that fact and my desire to hurt her intensifies. 

I had fallen like a jerk, now I didn't know how I could escape the consequences of all this s**t.

I manage to see with difficulty, the group of Steven and his friends, the brunette with beautiful eyes this time is there; but she is talking and laughing carefree, oblivious to all the s**t that was a few meters from her person.

"I couldn't even meet you, precious. It was definitely not my destiny".

Those thoughts upset my stomach and I don't even understand why.

I am taken to the exit of the place and as soon as we get outside, the two thugs of the damn Miles throw me into the street without delay making me fall flat on my butt. I stifle a groan and feel the urge to hit them back.

I curse my bad luck internally, as I try to stand up and tell myself to go there and be with that woman, it had been the worst idea that could have occurred to me. 

***

Arriving in California again is a huge relief for me.

I would not have a cruise around these dates and it would also give me time to think about what to do to get out of the mess of Roxanne and her damn trick to get tangled and get even worse with Jasmine.

I grumble under my breath, feeling like a complete i***t for doing things without thinking. I had never been someone who was carried away by his impulses and passions, in fact I boasted of being quite sensible; in the sense of containing my emotions and actions.

Except for the time I got tangled up with Jasmine and got involved in all that crap that made me sick more and more.

I had also tasted of the "merchandise", getting lost in that world and that darkness that swallowed up too quickly. It had been months where I had lost my previous job and had given myself up to those debaucheries to go more and more in decline.

In those moments, I had to lie to Evan with a trip that lasted a few months, just so he didn't know about my condition, but he still noticed it. My brother is not an i***t and he is also a doctor. How could he not notice? 

It forced me to go to a rehabilitation center and I was detoxified for a long time, but I continued in that world, that others consumed without me being able to do it had become an ordeal, a true hell for me.

Jasmine helped me with that, gave me her support and didn't let me sink like that, at least not entirely.. That is why I had also been involved, it would have been harder without her, but I admit that the cure was worse than the disease. 

Getting involved in that way was only counterproductive, I should never have entered anyway.

I shake my head, trying to focus in my recipe and what I'm doing now.

I am excited about this as my boss had promised a raise and move up to my position as chief chef. I smile with satisfaction, pending the cooking of my marinated meat.

I hear Evan's footsteps go down the stairs and he hums a happy song as he checks his cell phone. Frankly, I hope he'll trip and drop the damn device, which lately doesn't seem to let go of his hands.

"Very good day!" Say hello, much more than usual. I immediately frown, looking at him sourly. "And that scolded donkey face?" He laughs at his own joke, heading to the refrigerator.

"What makes you so happy, brother?" I raise an eyebrow, pursing my lips apprehensively. "Do you have to open someone's head, or did your beloved student give you a good o******x session this time?"

The ironic tone I used for the latter didn't grace Evan at all, who turns to where I am and gives me one of those looks loaded with arrogance and pride that do not make a dent in me at all. In fact, I expected that attitude in him.

But suddenly he smiles a wide smile and starts laughing again, I really wonder if he's not gone crazy already.

"Jealous?" He gives an irritating giggle that only makes me sulk. "If I didn't know you, I'd say you like Leilah, brother".

I roll my eyes, because it didn't occur to him to say something more stupid. Like that silly little girl? I did not understand Evan's tastes, although I will not deny that Leilah is beautiful, but his idiotic attitudes always drive me crazy.

I just can't stand her, least of all seeing how she has my brother, so moronic.

"I have better tastes," I reply dryly, to which he laughs. "Why so happy, looking at the cell phone? Don't tell me she's coming today!"

"Well yes, actually…"

"Just let me know what time, to turn on my music and not hear your pathetic moans," I cut short, turning to my food.

Evan lets out a laugh that makes me snort. Are he going to laugh at everything I said now, or has my level of bitterness risen a few lines?

"Next time, I'll tell you to lower the volume on your moans," he says sarcastically, taking a glass of orange juice. "Although frankly I like to hear her moan and gasp when we are in the middle of the task, so you will have to increase the volume of your speakers more".

He laughs again and I can't help rolling my eyes, although he's already turned away from me towards the exit. 

I couldn't stop turning my head at my brother's happy and carefree attitude, who lately made more jokes than usual. I purse my lips because I suspect what it is and I tell myself that I would have to talk to him about that situation. 

As soon as I focus on what I love to do the most, my phone rings with the message tone. My frown is accentuated because I do not expect notice from anyone, unless it is Evan, although I do not understand for what.

I take the cell phone after cleaning my hands and my mouth opens to its full extent, seeing the message on the screen. 

«You messed with the wrong person. Now you will have to pay the consequences. You have to come as soon as possible or you're going to regret it» 

I do not have the sender scheduled, but I suspect that it is that person who has always wanted to screw my life since I have known him, manipulating; doing and undoing at will.

Someone dangerous and real.

I grit my teeth in frustration, I knew I hadn't gotten rid of that s**t at all.

Damn.