The CHEF from Burhan & Sons

Chapter 23 - Liam

I woke up from a dream that was weird in so many ways. Amy shouted at my mother on the phone about not being a supportive parent. It was a weird dream for sure. I was about to close my eyes again and give the slumber another date when a loud knock on the front door made me furrow my brows. I woke up slowly making sure not to wake Amy and went to open the door.

"Mum? What are you doing here?", I asked seeing that she looked angry and Dad was panting like he had just come from jogging. "Where is she?", she asked making me raise a brow. "Where's who?", I asked and this time around she walked past me. She started opening every door she came across with me following behind her, still trying to figure out what her deal was.

"There you are. You think you're so brave huh? That you know better than me?", she shouted and started approaching a terrified Amy. I rushed past her and stood between her and my Amy. "What the hell is going on?", I asked with a higher voice, finally getting Mum's attention.

"This so-called woman of yours decided to share her honest opinion on how I should raise my kids. Apparently, I'm not supportive of you, I like to undermine you and on top of it all I'm ungrateful", Mum said angrily. Fuck! I wasn't dreaming. Amy looked at the digital clock on the bedside and then got out of bed. I thanked god she was wearing pajamas. She stretched a bit then looked at my Mum. Instead of seeing fear, I saw determination.

"Good morning Marianna. Are you guys here to apologise for missing the surprise party?", she asked without looking at me. It was as if I was not even there. I couldn't process what was happening at all. Was it so wrong for me to remain silent? "Watch your mouth Amaryllis. Just because I've been silent doesn't mean that I appreciate the way you speak to my wife", Dad said. "Or what? Are you going to watch as she insults me? Does it even bother you at all? Not being there for him?", she asked making Dad remain silent.

I turned to face Amy, finally getting a hold of myself. "Amy, did you answer my phone last night?", I asked and she nodded. "Why?", I asked and she swallowed hard. "I'm sorry", was all she said. "Huh! I knew it, my son would never allow such disrespect. I can't believe that this is the kind of woman you named the restaurant after. What a joke", she barked then walked out of our bedroom with Dad following behind her. A few minutes later, we heard the front door being slammed shut.

"I'm sorry Liam. I know that it was wrong of me to answer your phone but I just got so frustrated because of the way she talks to you and the fact that I invited them to your party and they didn't even bother replying just got to me", she explained and I was suddenly filled with pride than anger. I pulled her in a hug and kissed her forehead. "Baby, it's ok. Thank you for doing that and I know that my Mum has issues. Her comments are what push people away. It's the reason why Logan and Miranda never come to the family dinners", I explained and felt her relaxing in my arms. "I still feel like shit. I'm not the type that goes through her boyfriend's phone", she said while hugging me tighter. "I know and I don't mind if you are, I mean... I like the jealous you... she's feisty", I said making her pull back and look into my eyes.

So much love, all for me. I'm one lucky man.

She circled her soft hands around my neck and pulled me to her level, kissing my lips slowly. I found myself releasing a moan. She moved her lips to the tattoo on my neck and it was like I was electrocuted on the spot. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them and it was her time to moan.

I pushed her on the bed and started removing her clothes, when she was completely naked, I kneeled by the bed and positioned her thighs on either side of my shoulders, exposing her center to my face. She released a breath making me look at her as I started kissing her bud. "Aaah!", she screamed making me smile. I licked her from her core to her bud and I felt her fingers massaging my scalp and finally guiding me to her bud. I started rolling my tongue around it, making her scream even louder. I increased the pace until I felt her shake under me, I held her thighs firmly and licked her juices slowly as she started settling down.

I hovered over her and kissed her sweet lips slowly as I entered her in one thrust making her scream into the kiss feeling the vibrations to her core. It made me thrust faster, I couldn't hold it anymore, I needed a release. I felt her hands scratching my back the closer I got to my high and then she suddenly squeezed my cock with her walls making me release my semen in her warm pussy. I released her swollen lips and looked into her eyes. They were half open and a shade darker and full of emotions, I wasn't sure what kind they were until a smile decorated her sweating face. "I can't believe I was too tired to make love to you last night", i said making her giggle. "Well, to be fair, I did ignore you when you said you wanted to come home and sleep", she said making me kiss her forehead as I pulled out slowly.

"Our morning got rudely interrupted, we should start over", I said making her nod. Her eyes went wide with shock the moment they fell on the side table. I joined the shock when we saw it was almost noon. "I think lunch will be nice don't you?", she asked with a smirk and I knew what that meant.  "Baby I can make a lot of things you know, chicken lasagne every day is like torture", i said making her laugh at me. Convincing her was pointless.

After finally waking up, we took a shower and I went to make lunch as she reached for her laptop, trying to catch up with work. When the tray was in the oven, I grabbed my phone and started going through Instagram and I couldn't believe my eyes. As of last week, I had 10k followers and here I am looking at a million followers. The comments and DMs were insane I decided not to open that Pandora box just yet. "It smells amazing in here", Amy said while walking into the kitchen with a towel on. She looked like a satisfied woman which did wonders to my ego.