Elara Suave has been working at Moldovan Industries for years but, now it's time for Mr. Moldovan to step down and let his son take over.
When Elara and Emilian meet, they have an instant physical attraction to each other. It's clear they are both...
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When we got home, we both changed into something comfortable. He's wearing a black Nike sweatsuit and I'm wearing an oversized sweatshirt with biker shorts.
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"Hey, Dana. I was wondering if you mind Seb and I cooking dinner tonight."
"I am more than happy to let you guys cook. I wanted to lie down and relax anyway."
"Perfect! I'm just waiting for Seb."
"Okay. Oh and Carson will be over soon, so will you tell him I'm in my room?"
"Of course, enjoy your rest."
As she walks out, Seb walks in on the phone. "Yeah, Elara and I are about to cook. You guys are really missing out because you won't be tasting her food for a while.
I place my hand on my hip, "Really, baby?"
"Hi, Elara!" I hear both Lucian and Eliza shout.
"Hey, I was gonna call you guys earlier, but I forgot. How is everything?"
"We're great but we only have a week's worth of good food from your fridge left," Lucian says.
I sigh, "Just order food and I'll cook something for everyone when I get back."
Seb embraces me from behind and tells them, "Leave my baby alone. She'll cook when she feels like it. Call me later, we're going to make food now."
"Fine," Lucian hangs up.
"What do you want to make?" I ask him.
"Fried chicken please," he pleads.
"Seb, I don't want fried chicken to be the first thing I cook for your white family," I cross my arms.
