BAD GUY: The Blood Legacy Series by Kenya Goree-Bell

Author:Kenya Goree-Bell [Goree-Bell, Kenya]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Goree Book
Published: 2022-10-28T04:00:00+00:00

20

Krie

🐲: Retribution is coming

What does that even mean? Putting the phone down on the counter, I look at it a whole five-seconds. It can’t be helped. I said I would comeback last night and I hadn’t. The Camellia comes first. Kiyoshi should understand. He has thousands of people relying on this if you include distributors, retailers, and other tech companies.

Once I got in, we found out Herb Lockwood didn’t have the bison ready. When I finally got him on the phone, he was real cagey as to why. Chickens and eggs were the next thing I was short on, so today I have to make a run out to Pierce Farms to see what is going on myself. Then I have one of my lamb suppliers on my way to the fair to pick up some meat for the market festival.

Kiyoshi may be used to being catered to by his various paramours, but he's in for a rude awakening if he thinks he’s going to get that from me. I just have too much to do. Running my own restaurant takes up all my day. The last thing I have time to do is go be at the beck and call of some cantankerous and thoroughly morally corrupt billionaire.

Still, just thinking of what he has in store for me makes my tummy drop and my lower parts clench. He’s nothing if not innovative when it comes to making torment a pleasure.

Pumping cleanser into my hand I give myself a good look over. In a word, I look haggard. Scrubbing my face with my sudsy hands, I make sure to do the circles twenty times to each cheek, my forehead, chin, and nose. Taking good care of your skin is a must when working as a chef. Lately, all the stress is taking its toll, so making sure I keep up with my self-care is a must.

The shadows under my eyes aren’t permanent, but they tell the story of what I’m going through. The last good night’s sleep I had was when I slept in Kiyoshi’s bed. I can still feel his strong arms around me. Shrugging off that sensation, I remind myself he’s a cruel asshole sending me threatening messages ‘fore day in the morning. Patting my face dry, I grab the moisturizer and slathering it on my face, then I put the different serums I've heard are supposed to preserve beauty, though I'm not feeling any of that will help me in my current situation. What I need is a vacation for my life. Sure, Mr. Takeda would hunt me down before I even have time to take a sip from my cute drink with an umbrella in it. So, no basking in the shade for me under a palm tree on a mostly deserted island. I'll be trudging through muck and mire trying to get food for my restaurant.

Going into my bedroom, I look at the clothes arranged on my bed. It is a far cry from the lovely outfit I wore yesterday leaving Mr.

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