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Ulises moaned and pressed into each thrust. He took his cock in hand, understanding Izzy wanted it quick and dirty.
Izzy held himself back long enough for Ulises to come first but when Ulises’ muscles tightened around his cock, he leaned in with an arm around his waist, kissing his neck. “Love this so much, baby.”
And then Izzy came inside Ulises. One last time.
Chapter Two
Todd loved his new job. He was a private chef. A. Private. Chef. If felt surreal. How had he gone from being fired from his line cook job at his ex-boyfriend's family restaurant, to making diner food and being a bloodwhore on the side, to becoming a private chef?
Okay, so he knew how. It still felt like a dream.
So maybe he was a chef to an assassin warlock vampire and his human mate who used to be thief—an infamous one at that. It should seem a little sketchy, but Seryn and Mitchell were amazing people. They didn't make weird demands and seemed to love everything he made.
Todd lived in Seryn and Mitchell’s guesthouse, which was bigger than any house he'd ever lived in before. It was three times the size of his last apartment.
But there was a downside. One very small problem and he’d just walked into the kitchen. Todd's ex also lived there, although for Evan it was temporary.
The whole situation with them living in the same place was convoluted. They had been indifferent to each other after a few screaming matches and Seryn threatening to kill them. Twice.
Todd wasn't proud of what those instances reduced him to. That Seryn had to break up their arguments like a parent, albeit a deranged one, still said a lot more about how childish he'd been, but he was ready to be friendly, although he and Evan would never become friends.
"Sorry. I didn't know you were in here. I can come back later." Evan turned to leave the kitchen.
Todd didn't stop chopping the veggies for the omelets he’d make later. "I start breakfast at seven a.m. every day, Evan."
Todd had gotten an early start, intending to bake. Baking wasn't something he'd done a lot of, but he used to have fun with his grandmother. He wanted to try his hand at her orange rolls. The only problem was he had to rely on his memory to piece together the recipe. He loved the trial and error. The process of failing and then getting it right would make the recipe his. All he needed was patience.
The dough Todd had made was already proving. The kitchen had a proving box. Todd was pretty sure he was the first person to ever use it. He doubted Seryn knew what the box was for.
"I know. I wasn't aware of the time." Evan stopped in the doorway. He no longer pleaded for forgiveness with his eyes, so that was an improvement. And maybe the ice in Todd's veins was thawing toward Evan.
"Just come in."
Okay, so maybe Todd was thawing out more than a little. With closure came the ability to forgive. So Todd was over it. Two years of his life wasted with a cheater? Yes. But he was ready to stop dwelling on how Evan had stuck his dick where it didn't belong and somehow ruined Todd's life.
"I won't bite your head off. I promise." Todd grabbed a mug from the cupboard and set the coffee machine to brew Evan a cup. "Sit."
He hated how he still knew which flavored coffee creamer Evan liked best and how much to add to his cup. Years of taking care of the 'busy doctor' had been ingrained into his chef DNA and now he'd die an old man still knowing how his ex-boyfriend’s took his coffee.
Evan liked the sweetest flavor, raspberry white chocolate, and that annoyed Todd for no rational reason. He added the creamer anyway. Did he think about spitting in the mug? Of course. But he didn't, and that was progress.
Todd set the mug on the island in front of Evan.
"You thought about putting salt in it, didn't you?" Evan smiled and picked up the mug, taking a sip. "It's perfect."
Todd smirked. "I couldn't with you watching."
"You thought about it."
"For one brief moment." He hadn't done anything to Evan's coffee because he hadn't wanted to ruin it. The beans deserved more love than that. The same couldn't be said for Evan.
Evan chuckled. "Thank you for the coffee."
"Would you like an omelet? I won't harm it either. I promise." Todd began preparing it, knowing how Evan would answer.
"Sure. Thanks, Todd."
It would be a few more minutes before Seryn and Mitchell would be down for breakfast, but he started on the omelets anyway.
