Sold to my crush

Chapter 65: Chef Lily

Lily’s POV

As I was about to head to the kitchen with the long dress I had on, a thought came to me and I went back into the closet.

I couldn’t find anything nice in the section where I usually pick my daily clothes from so I went over to the other section where Alex had stocked different clothes for me that I had never worn. Well it sure came in handy today.

I browsed through the section looking for a particular outfit, not like I had any particular thing in mind but I wanted something to match my attitude for the evening.

A wide smile etched on my face when I finally laid my eyes on the dress. I pulled it out of the closet and made my way to the bathroom.

I took a quick shower and when I was done with that, I got out of the bathroom and sat by my window. I pulled out my make up bag and began applying minimal products to my face. I wasn’t the best at applying make up but I wasn’t doing a terrible job.

I was done with that in no time and then I moved on to curl my hair. I curled my hair to frame my face and when I was done, I pulled it behind me so it wouldn’t affect my work in the kitchen.

When I was satisfied with the way my face and hair looked, I picked up the dress and pulled it over my body. I walked over to the closet so I could see the dress properly with a full length mirror.

I was completely speechless.

I would have never believed that I could even pull this look. It was a mini red dress that was straight and fitted. It had a choker like neck with the back cut open down to the waist. The dress was smooth and plain without any designs with long sleeves that had feathers at the end.

The dress was beautiful.

I was always one to hide my body under baggy clothes but today marks the death of that Lily. My style needs to change.

I would no longer be afraid to wear whatever I’m comfortable in.

I was no longer afraid or ashamed of my body. I was beginning to appreciate my big boobs and beautiful curves. They were so beautiful and I knew that there were some other people somewhere who were eating some particular set of food and going to the gym to get this body that I had. Regardless of the existence of this fact, My body was stunning. I would go to war for someone like me in this dress.

I really loved how I looked and felt in dress and so there and then I made the decision to always try new outfits that I liked, however they may look. I would wear short cute dresses, summer dresses, pants, sleeveless dresses, cute crop tops that show off my stomach. I would wear whatever.

My pregnancy journey wouldn’t be a barrier either. I would dress up however I want and not because I was ashamed of anything. I smiled as I rubbed my stomach again.

I couldn’t wait to have a big bump so I could wear a tiny bralette with a blazer over it and walk around the mall with loose pants, dark shades resting on my messy hair and a bottle can in my hands sipping water while I shop for my baby.

I squealed in excitement at the thought of it. I would look like those cool mums out of the movies.

If I could, I would have stood by the mirror for a thousand years admiring how I looked but if I did, it would have all been in vain. All the preparations I made for this evening wouldn’t be complete without dinner, so I pulled out some black heels and strap them to my feet.

I walked out of the room, down the stairs to the kitchen. “Madam you’re here I …”. The maid said once she had seen me. She looked at me in shock as she shamelessly check me out before closing her mouth and snapping out of her daze.

I smiled to myself giving her a curt nod as I walked further into the kitchen. “I was beginning to think that you had changed your mind. I was about to come find you.” The maid continued as she stood at a corner watching me.

“I’m here now, let’s get dinner started.” I said in dismissive tone, I wasn’t in the mood for much talk and I wanted dinner to be ready on time.

“What can I help with you ma ?”. She quickly got the signal as she sprinted towards me with in work mode.

I had already thought of everything I wanted to make so I just asked her to bring out the ingredients. I wouldn’t say I was a chef or anything but I knew I was good at things like this and I loved creating new dishes or cooking dishes in different manners just for fun.

There were three dishes I wanted to make but I started off with my asparagus stuffed chicken breast.

I turned on my music and put on the apron over my dress. I pulled out the chicken breasts first and cut them open. I added salt, pepper, lemon zest, garlic powder, asparagus and provolone cheese on each of the chicken breast. Once I had stuffed everything in, I rubbed paprika all over the chicken breast before placing it on a hot pan to fry for a bit. It allowed it to fry for a bit before transferring it to the oven.

I hummed along to Lana del Rey’s ‘Cinnamon girl’, while I started prepping for the second dish. I was making chicken and veggie stir fry because why not. I’m sure everyone wouldn’t mind having so much chicken tonight because who doesn’t love chicken but if not then fuck them.

There were a lot of veggies to chop so the maid assisted me while I got started on the chicken.

I put it on the pan to fry till it was perfectly seared to a golden brown, then when that was done I stir fryer some mushrooms and broccoli florets in a savory sauce of soy sauce, garlic, ginger, brown sugar, and sesame oil.

Once it was all looking good, I put in my chicken and let it cook for minute.

I moved on to the final dish and the actual thing I’ve been craving for. Creamy Tuscan pasta. The maids barely made this dish here and I wonder why. I could’ve easily asked but that would blow my cover. I was pretending to not know anything or anyone here so I would just make the dish quietly.

“Madam?”. The maid called out to me.

The penne pasta was already cooking in a milk and broth based sauce with sun dried tomatoes, juicy cherry tomatoes, garlic and shallots. I stopped stirring the pot and gave her my attention.

“Are you making creamy pasta?” She asked. I wondered if she was just messing with me or something.

“Obviously.” I responded while rolling my eyes. I had bit my lips hard enough to stop myself from responding sarcastically because why the hell was she asking me that.

“Sorry Madam”. She chuckled nervously. “I asked because Madam Susan doesn’t eat creamy pasta.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

And they say there is no God.

It felt like i had hit the jackpot and won a huge lottery. A huge smirk formed on my face. “Well we’re already making it and this was exactly what I was craving.” I rubbed my stomach and sighed.

“I don’t there’s time to make something else”. I said feigning concern and worry. “But they’re other dishes that she could have.” I said with a fake bright smile and the maid nodded in agreement.

We got back to cooking and we were done in no time. As soon as we began playing, we heard the front door open, followed by light chattering.

I asked the maid to get other maids to assist her with the plating and all, and I also instructed her to serve a particular plate of food to our dear Susan because I made it ‘special’ for her.

When I was sure that she understood all I instructed her to do, I moved to the sitting room to welcome ‘my family’.

As soon as I stepped into the sitting room, my presence was announced and the whole place quieted down. How that happened, I could not explain but I loved it. I felt so confident and powerful, like I could do anything I wanted and get away with it.

I stood with my head high as I stared right back at everyone else.

Susan and Tiffany who had been chatting heartily were now quiet with pure hatred and bitterness dancing in their eyes.

It brought me pure joy that I had such control over their mood. I turned to acknowledge Mr. Dankworth who had been on his phone but upon my arrival, all his attention was now on me. He had a warm smile on his face as he stared at me.

I was about to welcome them when the door was pushed open and the devil himself walked in. He had his hands in his pocket as he looked around the room in shock before his eyes landed on me.

I felt my heart skip a beat as his eyes met mine, and for a moment It felt as though time had stopped. His gaze slowly traveled down my body, taking in every inch of me, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. He wasn’t subtle at all, the blatant way he raked his eyes up and down my body, inspecting me like I was an object on display in a museum that he wanted so bad.

His stare was confident and bold, but not intimidating; rather, it made me feel powerful, desired, and seductive. I held his gaze with a mischievous smile, enjoying every second of his attention. It was as if he had X-ray vision, seeing right through my clothes and into my soul.

I didn’t miss the tick in his jaw, the way his Grey eyes darkened and the growing bulge in his pants that was shamelessly on display. I knew that look all too well. He wanted me.

“Welcome everyone. I’m glad you all are finally back home.” I flipped my hair and turned my attention back to everyone else.

“Thank you.” Mr. Dankworth was the only person that responded to me. Susan and Tiffany kept looking ugly and Alex was too busy eye fucking me.

“Well I just wanted to welcome you all and invite you for dinner.” I said in my most innocent voice.

“Oh really, since when did you make Lily?”. Susan scoffed.

“Oh give the young lady a break!”. Mr. Dankworth chirped in.

“Well, the thing is… I don’t know you all but I’m just glad you all were kind enough to let me live here. I just decided to make dinner as a way of appreciation. Besides I’ve been in here all day so I needed the chore.”

“Thank you dear. It was really thoughtful of you.” Mr Dankworth said warmly.

“I don’t believe this girl at all.” Susan hissed at me.

“Let’s just go to the table”. Mr Dankworth shunned her and guided them to the table.

I noticed that Alex was still standing on the same spot but I didn’t question him at all as I turned around to join the others at the table.

“Fuck princess!!”. Alex groaned stopping me in my tracks.

“Are you okay?”. I asked meekly, still with my back to him.

Silence…

There wasn’t a sound from him for a while until I heard him approaching me in calculated steps.

“You have no idea what you do to me”. He breathed down on my neck.

I stayed stilled, trying to regulate my breathing. My heart was accelerating and I feared I might die from a heart attack.

I moaned loudly the moment his hand touched my bare skin. It was like my whole body became alive at his touch. He ran his hands down my bare back until he got to my waist. “You make this dress even more beautiful my princess”. He breathed out.

“T.. Thank y…you”. I stuttered out.

His hands continued roaming around my back till it went up to my neck. He massaged my throat before squeezing them lightly earning a moan from me. “The things I want to do to you…” He said as he pressed himself to my back. The feeling of his huge cock on my ass made me want to surrender to him.

I wanted to bend over on the couch, with my ass up the air while he rammed that huge cock into me.

All I could think of what his cock. I wanted him to tease my entrance with it. I wanted to cry and beg him to just fuck me so hard already but he doesn’t do it just yet, instead he plays with my little pussy, using his dick to take my juice that ran down my thighs.

I wanted to suck him and taste myself all over him.

His lips on my neck broke the damn. My panties must be a lake by now. “We s… should join the others for dinner.” I struggled to voice out.

“Hmm”. He hummed on my neck. “I already have my dinner right in front of me.” He said as he latched on my neck sucking and biting.

I saw all the colors of the rainbow and I pretty shocked I didn’t fall. “Huh?”. I asked

“I want to eat you, please let me taste you princess”. He begged in a strained voice.

Fuck!!.

I wish I saw the look on his face at that moment. He was so sexy when he begged.

“No, we should join the others”. He wanted to control my senses again but I used the last will power I had to speak up.

“Are you sure about that princess?”. He asked again in that deep sexy voice of his that turned the lake in my pants to an ocean.

“Alex you..” Before I could fantom a response Tiffany had walked in on us and the scene playing before her, cut her mid sentence.

Perfect.

Alex was still glued to my body with his head buried in my neck. He didn’t even acknowledge her. A smirk formed on my face as I watched her broken state.

“Let me go Alex”. I said in a from voice with my eyes still trained on Tiffany.

“Lily please I need you”. Alex begged.

Tiffany couldn’t look more devastated. That right there was the reason why I was here.

I flashed her a wide smile as I rubbed my ass on Alex, earning a groan from him before pushing him away and walking out of the room.