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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟲
Wyze Stone stands at the table, rocking her uniform—a one pocket, button front closure, short sleeve chef shirt embroidered with her logo and drawstring chef pants. Instead of her choppy bowl cut, her hair was styled in zigzag cornrow feed-in braids twisted into a bun. Connecting gazes with De'Aundre makes her revisit their one steamy alone night in Boston.
Cooking for their family and small talking turned into filling her up at The Langham in her suite. Wyze never made it her business to involve herself with any celebrity client's—including simply fucking—but De'Aundre, she wanted to test and have some fun with for a night. So she put that moral aside to live for a night and allow her needs to be met by a person that fully fulfilled it.
Although Wyze left De in the suite's bed that morning after—no note, no phone number—just him and a house-keeper reminding him of check out. He was impressed with her pulling a him on what he'd pull on another other lady before his committed relationship.
Wyze pulling that on De only made him want her more and adding one more body to the relationship—if it's something they all approve as a collective.
"Mr. Booker," Wyze keeps it formal, although her insides was screaming for another go with him. But the recent and shocking news about his personal life all over the media kept her professional. "Surprised to see you here."
De fakes a shiver as he laughs, "The formality, whew."
Wyze looked to the beauty at the table with him. "Hi, gorgeous, Chef Wyze."
Jayla shakes her hand. "Jayla. I be watching your meals on Tik Tok and yo' MUNCHWYZE channel. I know who you are and support. Black woman magic."
"You can say that again." Wyze laughed lightly with Jayla, "Y'all order what you desire. It's on me."
"Ain't gotta tell me twice." Jayla states, eating her laminated menu.
