The CEO's Sweet Chef

Chapter 13: Wine

Katherine and Freddy went to a nearby pub together. For Katherine, drinking is quite rare because she always wants to keep her mind clear and taste better. But through Freddy's suggestion, Katherine wanted to give it a try. Anyway, tomorrow she won't go to the restaurant, but will stay at home to rest. Freddy gently ushered Katherine inside the tavern. The space of this place made her suddenly remember a certain memory.

Katherine is still surprised by Freddy's expression: "You are completely different from my previous meetings, Freddy. I didn't expect him to have such lighthearted moments as that. I feel like I can't understand you."

“Perhaps I was foolish to believe a madman to think that I would be easily impressed by such colorful, colorful boys. Oh my God! You don't know how crazy you are." Freddy laughed, his voice making Katherine feel much better. The two begin to talk about each other's work, hobbies, and families. Freddy feels very surprised that their lives are a bit similar. Freddy and Lance are also half-brothers. Upon learning this, Katherine felt a rather strange connection between her and Freddy. She suddenly remembered the not-so good memories of the two of them. Katherine suddenly asked if the last English roast was really that bad. And Freddy replied with a smile that it was the best food he had ever tried. Growing up, he rarely touched red meat and that plate of English roast completely changed his mind.

Hearing this, Katherine suddenly smiled and soon became strangely melancholy. Freddy noticed her change. He asked and she told him everything that happened that day. She said that until today she had not entered the restaurant partly because her health is not stable, partly because she does not know how to face Krik. Katherine didn't want to kick him out of the restaurant because she understood his family situation very well. Freddy smiled and said to Katherine, "If you don't want to face it, then pretend nothing happened."

Katherine smiled, she felt that Freddy's idea was not bad. The two continued to chat happily together until Katherine got drunk. He hurriedly drove her home, but Katherine said that if she returned to this state, her father would surely throw her out on the street soon. So Freddy had to take Katherine to his apartment. The car was running very smoothly because Katherine was still sleeping very peacefully on the bench. Twenty minutes later, the two arrive at Freddy's house. He was just about to carry Katherine out of the car when suddenly she used all four limbs to squeeze him. Freddy was a bit alarmed at first by Katherine's reaction, but then burst into laughter when he saw her cheeky face flushed red from the alcohol.

Freddy tried to break free from Katherine's grip, but the more he stirred, the more Katherine tightened his grip. Katherine's arms wrapped around his shoulders, the intoxicating breath gently blowing in his ears suddenly made the emotions begin to rise. He looked at her, Katherine's eyes fluttering open as well. Freddy saw Katherine's collarbone peeking out from behind the collar of his shirt, gulping as he tried to hold back the emotion that was about to break through the gate he'd closed when he saw her. But Katherine Manson's lips remained half-closed and half-open, making Freddy unable to control himself anymore. Right now, Freddy just wanted his lips to lightly touch hers. Their breaths mingled in a dance of passion. Freddy's hands ardently searched for the seductive curves that beckoned from Katherine's hot body.

Ecstatic kisses go wild in the tight space of a car. Freddy parted Katherine's lips with the tip of his tongue, quickly discovering both of their foolish, hesitant feelings. He devoured Katherine Manson's red lips. The drunkenness quickly dissolved in Freddy's breath. He left her lips for a moment, trying to see Katherine Manson's lovely form. Freddy placed his lips on Katherine's neck, leaving a few deep kiss marks near her collarbone. Katherine's breathing was somewhat labored, Freddy wrapped his arms around her compact waist. He continued to kiss her passionately, both of them breathing in each other's breath, suffocating, warm and erotic. Freddy nibbled on Katherine Manson's earlobe, her ears immediately turned red, her chest heaving and the soft breath blowing in his ear made him shiver. Her eyes dimmed at him, and Freddy smiled. Suddenly, Katherine Manson curled up, Freddy wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her in his strong arms. Katherine Manson was like a wild cat scratching at Freddy's face and sobbing, causing him to jump back, his head hitting the ceiling painfully. He felt a burning pain in his eyelids, raised his hand to gently touch it, the pain was transmitted to his brain, a little wet.

It was only then that he realized that the sensations he had felt earlier were all imagining his dull mind. Freddy pulled his hand back, blood pooling on his finger, his eyelids torn a little. Freddy took Katherine's hand, which was slightly red in the dark. He put her fingers on his lips. He frowned as he watched Katherine still rocking the air like a mischievous cat.

Freddy felt furious with Katherine Manson. He rushed over, immediately carried her up to the bedroom. Katherine Manson was crying like a baby. Freddy tried to kiss her on the lips to stop her from making any noise, but he didn't dare. Freddy felt that Katherine Manson was terribly heavy despite her extremely small appearance. He was tired and wanted to blow his ears. Katherine Manson, in a drunken rage, kept hitting Freddy vehemently, his body aflame, scorched by her vibes. Freddy's hand involuntarily slid lightly on the smooth, silk-like skin.

Freddy right now just wants to let go of reason, let himself be swept away by primitive emotions. He secretly wished they could both squeeze madly into each other, letting him devour Katherine's lips. Just thinking about this made him feel a rush of excitement running through his body. He sat up, took off his T-shirt, the warmth radiating from the hot, firm, steel-like flesh. Freddy's frantic gaze watched Katherine's beautiful body rise to a sweet, seductive fragrance like a freshly ripe forest fruit in a provocative and inviting manner. Suddenly, Katherine's hands ran down Freddy's back, a drop of sweat sliding down his spine. Freddy looked up at the ceiling and let out a breath. Katherine Manson placed her hand over his heart, and she immediately felt the fiery heat in her throbbing chest. She ran her hands down her sharp abs as if sculpted by the genius artists of Greece, Freddy received a series of numbing sensations following her across his skin. Katherine Manson's hand gently stroked Freddy's hip, and he smiled mischievously at her. Although Freddy does not know the actions and reactions of Katherine Manson at this time, is it due to herself or because of alcohol? But the feelings that the two are giving each other are not fake at all. He understood all of the precious emotions that infatuation had brought to him and Katherine Manson.

Freddy's hard body quickly pressed against Katherine Manson. She felt suffocated in her drunkenness. The two's chests quickly stuck together, their heartbeats heating up with each breath. Hands clasped together, lips entwined. The passionate and warm dances of the young spring breath dispel the cold of the late night. The mist gradually dissipated to be replaced by a dense, seductive curtain. The sound of his breath, as strong as a soft groan, vibrated the chords of all the senses in the body. Freddy squeezed Katherine Manson's hand, his lips devouring her neck and collarbone , leaving dark kiss marks. Freddy glided from Katherine Manson's hips down, she arched, dreamy with her own sensation in a strange drunkenness. Katherine Manson's legs tightened around Freddy's hips.

Freddy hurriedly took out his wallet, pulled out a small round bag, and smiled sheepishly. Freddy struggled with himself, urgently like a teenager trying to fall in love with his girlfriend. Freddy still had a slightly nervous expression on his face until, when he turned to look at Katherine, she had been soundly asleep. Freddy was suddenly angry with himself for not knowing what to do. The situation was a real dilemma for him. Freddy's body was burning hot, but he had to take a full breath to hold it back. The secret made him scowl quickly, Freddy quickly stooped down to bite fiercely into Katherine Manson's red lips. She groaned in pain, but still fell into a deep sleep.

He blamed himself for not understanding how he could act so strangely. He angrily returned to his bedroom. Another long night took place. Freddy could not sleep when the image and burning sensation of Katherine Manson's skin kept boiling in him. Freddy rushed into the bathroom, letting them shower him with cold water to soothe the burning love wave inside his body. He punched the wall hard to vent his anger. The more he tried to forget, the clearer the image of Katherine Manson appeared in his mind, making him feel wobbly.