The Chef [h.s]

prolouge.

"I don't know what my wife told you" he glared at the young frightened girl "but this is my house, which means my rules" his voice sounding low and intimidating

"rule number one" he started "you look at me when I'm speaking"

"number two, exactly at ten sharp I want you downstairs cooking our breakfast" she nodded "not a minute later" he added

"Rule three, you don't get to prance around my house like you own it" he scoffed "You and the maids have a room all for yourselves. Saturday and Sunday are your free days" he said quietly

"Now rule four" he smirked feeling satisfied "If any of these rules are disobeyed" he said something flashing in his eyes for a quick second

"punishment is always an option"

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