Chapter Nine: Incredible love making
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As they finished discussing, Julian smiled to herself and subtly reapplied her lipstick when Marcus wasn't looking. She stood up, her eyes locked on Marcus.
"I'll be expecting you at home, dear," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.
Marcus, oblivious to her intentions, nodded absently. "Okay, please don't trouble her." He refocused on his work, unaware of Julian's next move.
Without warning, Julian leaned in and hugged him, her lips brushing against his ear. "I missed your touch and everything," she whispered, leaving a subtle mark of her lipstick on his shirt collar.
Having achieved her aim, Julian smiled to herself. "See you tonight. Don't worry about April; she won't notice you coming to my room."
Marcus, still unaware of Julian's plans, bid her a casual goodbye, and she exited the room, leaving him to continue his work.
After five hours of tutelage from Mrs. Jessica on the art of being a successful Blackwood lady, April bid her farewell, promising to meet again soon. As Mrs. Jessica departed, Vivian remained behind, escorting April to the master bedroom.
Without hesitation, Vivian began removing April's clothes, and the Jayson Designers sprang into action. They worked tirelessly to revamp April's wardrobe, replacing her outfit, handbags, shoes, watches, jewelry, and makeup. Every detail, no matter how small meticulously attended to with just a phone call.
Once the makeover was complete, April turned to Vivian with a newfound sense of confidence. "Please summon the kitchen staff," she instructed, her voice firm and authoritative. "I'd like to discuss the evening's menu and ensure everything is to my liking."
April swept into the grand dining room, her newly styled hair and designer attire commanding attention. The kitchen staff, assembled before her, couldn't help but stare.
"Good afternoon," April began, her voice clear and assertive. "I trust you're all aware of my role of lady of this house?
The staff nodded, their eyes darting to Vivian, who stood poised beside April.
"Firstly, I'd like to introduce Vivian, my personal assistant. She'll be overseeing the household staff and ensuring everything runs smoothly."
April's gaze swept across the room, her eyes locking onto the chief of staff I'd like to know who's in charge of each department," she instructed, her voice firm but polite.
The staff exchanged nervous glances before the head chef stepped forward. "I'm Chef Thompson, head of the culinary department. We have Lucy, head of housekeeping etc
April nodded, her eyes narrowing. "I want to make one thing clear: no meal is to be prepared or served without my explicit approval. Is that understood?"
The staff murmured in agreement, but April's gaze lingered on Lucy, who looked guilty.
"I am sorry, ma'am," Lucy stammered. "I was instructed to—"
April's expression turned icy. "I don't pay you to follow instructions from others. I pay you to follow my instructions. Do I make myself clear?"
Lucy nodded, her eyes downcast. "Yes, ma'am."
April's gaze lingered on Lucy for a moment before she turned to Chef Thompson. "Now, I want something special prepared for my husband and I tonight, let say Something romantic and intimate."
Chef Thompson nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "I have just the thing, milady. Our signature dish, 'Love's Embers,' is sure to impress."
"Love's Embers" is a exquisite culinary experience, featuring tenderloin steak, seared scallops, and a rich, velvety sauce infused with the subtle essence of truffles," Chef Thompson explained, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
April's eyes widened, intrigued. "That sounds incredible. I'll trust your expertise, Chef Thompson. Prepare 'Love's Embers' for this evening, and make sure it's served in our private dining room."
Chef Thompson bowed, a pleased smile on his face. "As you wish, milady. I'll personally oversee the preparation to ensure it meets your expectations."
With the evening's menu settled, April turned her attention to the rest of the staff. "I expect impeccable service for all of you.
The staff nodded, determination etched on their faces. They dispersed to their respective duties, eager to prove themselves under April's discerning eye.
As the evening drew near, the manor buzzed with anticipation. The staff moved with quiet efficiency, their footsteps hushed on the polished floors.
In the private dining room, the table was set with fine china, crystal glasses, and a delicate lace tablecloth. The soft glow of candles cast a warm, intimate ambiance, perfect for a romantic evening.
As the staff busied themselves with preparations, April turned her attention to the household's overall management. She summoned Vivian to her side.
"Vivian, I'd like to review the household's budget and schedules. Please bring me the latest reports and files."
Vivian nodded, hurrying off to retrieve the requested documents. April settled into her favorite armchair, ready to dive into the nitty-gritty of managing Blackwood Manor.
As she began to review the reports, April's mind whirled with ideas and plans. She was determined to leave her mark on the manor, to make it shine like never before.
Julian breezed into the kitchen, dropping her bags beside her. She made a beeline for Lucy, who was busy doing something in the kitchen.
"Lucy, dear!" Julian exclaimed, flashing a bright smile. "I need to speak with the head chef. I want something special prepared for Marcus and me. His favorite dish, please.
Lucy, sensing the tension, kept her eyes downcast, focusing on the task at hand. She remained silent, ignoring Julian's instructions.
Julian's eyes narrowed, her gaze shifting from to Lucy to another maids. "Lucy, didn't you hear me? I want something special prepared for Marcus and me."
Lucy's expression remained neutral, but a hint of apology flickered in her eyes. She knew Mrs blackwood's instructions had been clear: no one was to take instructions from Julian without April's explicit approval.
Just as Julian turned to leave, Chef Thompson emerged from the pantry, a stern expression on his face.
"Miss Julian, you shouldn't be here," he said firmly.
Julian's eyes narrowed, her smile faltering. "Excuse me? What do you mean I shouldn't be here?" She took a step closer, her voice low and even.
"Miss Julian, I'm afraid no one is allowed in the kitchen except for the staff and Mrs. Blackwood," Chef Thompson said firmly, his arms crossed.
Julian's eyes widened in outrage. "Excuse me? This is Marcus mansion and not April's soI'll go wherever I please."
Chef Thompson stood his ground. "I apologize, Miss Julian, but those are the rules. Mrs. Blackwood has made it clear that the kitchen is off-limits to everyone except authorized personnel."
Julian's face turned beet red with anger. "Fine," she spat, turning on her heel. "I'll speak with April myself. "
Chef Thompson's expression remained calm, but a hint of steel crept into his voice. "I apologize, Miss Julian, but I receive my instructions from Mrs. Blackwood, not from you. And my job is to ensure the smooth operation of this household, not to cater to your whims."
Julian's eyes flashed with anger, her voice rising. "How dare you! You're just a servant, and you'll do as I say. If you don't, I'll make sure you're fired."
Chef Thompson's gaze never wavered. "I'm not intimidated, Miss Julian. And I'll continue to follow Mrs. Blackwood's instructions, not yours."
Julian stormed into the master bedroom room, her face ablaze with anger. She cast a dismissive glance at Vivian, wondering who this stranger was and what she was doing here.
Her gaze then shifted to April, and her eyes widened in surprise. April's new look and sense of fashion were evident, and Julian's expression twisted in disdain.
"You're supposed to be ill, lying in bed," Julian sneered. "What absurd instructions have you been giving the kitchen staff? Have you forgotten your place in this house?"
Julian's voice dripped with venom. "Don't think that just because Marcus slept with you a few times, you're guaranteed to be his woman. You're just a wife on paper, April. Don't overstep your bounds."
Julian's smile was saccharine. "Now, go tell the kitchen staff that I need them to prepare something special for Marcus and me tonight. After that incredible s*x in his office, I need to refresh myself."
Julian s eyes flashed in trump,and , her hands on her hips.
"I said, that's enough, Miss Julian," Vivian said, her voice firm but controlled. "I need you to leave now."
Julian's face twisted in a snarl, but Vivian didn't back down. Instead, she took a step forward, her eyes locked on Julian's.
"I'm not going to ask you again, Miss Julian," Vivian said, her voice dripping with authority. "Please leave this place immediately."
The air was thick with tension as Julian's eyes locked onto Vivian's, a silent challenge passing between them. For a moment, it seemed like Julian might refuse to back down.
But then, something seemed to snap inside her, and she spun on her heel, storming out of the room with a furious cry.
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