Page 13 of Possessive Greek Chef

ARIA

Waking up in Atticus’ arms, I don’t think I’ve had a better night’s sleep since moving to Greece. I tried dressing and going home last night, but he wouldn’t have it. He joked that he wasn’t just a booty call and told me I wasn’t going anywhere. He’s been so serious since we met, it’s nice to see this side of him.

He opens his eyes and smiles, “Now, that’s a nice thing to wake up to.”

“Good morning.”

“How did you sleep?” he stretches and I find myself gawking at his huge muscles.

“I slept like a baby.”

“I’ll whip up some breakfast. There are fresh towels in the bathroom if you want to shower,” he kisses me and hops out of bed.

Awestruck by the mosaic tile that covers the bathroom from floor to ceiling and the huge soaker tub, I undress and climb into the huge glass shower with full-body jets. His master bath is bigger than my entire apartment. I put my head under the water and close my eyes. Can any of this be real? It feels so much like a dream.

Atticus opens the shower door and climbs in behind me. He grabs my ass and squeezes, “You’re slippery and sexy.”

I spin around and he digs his fingers into my hips. Warm water splashes our faces as he kisses my mouth, neck, and breasts. He rubs his stiff erection against my thigh and says, “I was going to cook. But by the time I started the coffee, I was already missing you.”

“I missed you, too,” I smile.

“Then turn back around,” he says, spinning me around and pinning my hands against the shower wall. He mounts me from behind and I almost lose my footing, so he wraps one arm around my waist to hold me in place.

He’s more aggressive than he was last night, and I find myself getting turned on by his demanding nature. The idea that he can use me for his pleasure makes me feel sexy and I’ve never seen myself that way before. This feeling emboldens me and I pull away from him and drop to my knees. I want to know what he tastes like.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” I practically beg him.

He slaps the tip against my lips and places his hand on the top of my head. “Are you sure you want this?” he asks and I nod my head. I open my mouth and invite him inside. He slides in as deeply as he can before I choke, tears pricking my eyes.

“Relax your jaw,” he tells me and slides in a bit further. “Yeah, that’s a good girl,” he moans and thrusts himself in and out of my mouth. It’s rough and raw and feels dangerous, but for some reason, it’s making me hot.

“You make me crazy, little girl. I feel like I’m going to burst,” he groans.

He pulls out all but the first two inches and says, “Suck it hard.”

I look up into his eyes as the first few drops of salty liquid drip onto my tongue. He grits his teeth and slams his fist against the wall. “Oh, man. Oh God,” he moans. His cock jerks in my mouth and his ejaculation bursts from the tip. I swallow it all and continue to suck on him until he goes limp. He pulls out of my mouth and helps me to my feet.

“Did you like it?” I ask, anxious for his approval.

“That was amazing, princess. Thank you,” he replies.

He soaps up a big, soft sponge and rubs it all over me then shampoos my hair. When he finishes, he wraps me in a large bath towel and brushes my hair. I feel like a real princess.

We have breakfast together on his patio then he drives me home so I can get ready for work. It’s strange but watching him drive away causes an ache in my chest. Is it too soon for me to feel this way? I don’t know but one thing is for sure. I can’t wait to get to work so I can see him again.

I have an hour to kill before work so I sit down and open the browser on my phone. Without hesitation, I type Atticus’ name into the search bar. As I scroll through the articles and photos, I begin to question my grip on reality again.

How could this man want to be with me? He’s rich, talented, and rated one of the top ten most eligible bachelors in the world. My insecurity starts to control my internal dialogue and I hear my own voice questioning his intentions, but I quickly shake it off. He’s more than just the details listed in the search results. He has a kind heart and a respect for women that I thought was extinct from this world. If he says that I’m his, I believe him. I close the browser window and put the phone in my pocket.

Unable to wait any longer, I arrive at Andromeda twenty minutes early. Atticus is in his office doing paperwork, so I go straight to the kitchen and join the other chefs in their dinner prep. They seem happy to have the extra set of hands and welcome me into the fold. I watch through the doors as Atticus moves from his office to the bar. I’m hoping he’ll see me and come into the kitchen, but I hear him speaking to someone and assume he was called to the bar.

The chef closest to the dining room doors lifts his head and drops his knife, moving closer to the door. The rest of us follow and as we get closer, we hear the sound of Atticus and another man arguing with each other. I know that other voice all too well. He’s screamed obscenities at me more times than I can count. What is Bedros doing here?

We all step out of the kitchen to see what’s happening and Bedros looks me dead in the eyes. He puckers his lips as if he plans to spit in my direction.

“There she is. See? I knew it. Oh, and that’s the guy you sent to collect her belongings!” he points to the chef standing beside me.

“My staff is none of your concern, Bedros. Go back to your second-rate kitchen and cook up some of your famous fast food,” Atticus growls.

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