A chef takes a job cooking for a billionaire and quickly discovers her new boss wants far more from her than her recipes. As their professional arrangement blurs into something personal, she must navigate the dangerous line between employee and lover.
Wait, dumper? Hold up. If you break up with her, where are we going to get free food? Silence hit the booth. The guys traded looks, realizing how bad that would suck. All you think about is food. Jesus. Every time Zora comes up, all you care about is her food. Look who's talking. Your pants are literally a size bigger now.
Sterling froze, hesitating, staring at the meal prep in my hands. I let out a bitter laugh, walking away. to him i wasn't a girlfriend i was just a free personal chef the moment i got home my phone buzzed with a text from sterling zora we're done i was ready to sob my eyes out
until his second text hit as compensation the suburban cond is yours my tears evaporated instantly that luxury condo was worth a fortune at my 15 an hour campus job not even joking humans have finally landed on the moon i'd have had to work since the 1969 moon landing to afford it we were
cashing out and leaving zero shame besides i poured two years of soul into sterling maybe leaving him meant i could finally rebuild myself i texted back a simple deal next i hauled every designer gift sterling bought me to a luxury consignment shop watching my bank account balance surge felt insanely good