Daddy’s Hot Sauce

CHAPTER 2 Meet by Chance



The sound of his alarm clock beside his bed made him awake at six in the morning. It was a normal day for him, as he gets up and did his workout every morning. Every morning before he started his day he needed to do the treadmill for almost thirty minutes and every time that he stepped his foot on the treadmill he remembered the days when he was in junior high.

One of the most unforgettable days in his life wherein he lost the competition. He was running like a cheetah when his watch vibrated. Then, another workout for him, a hundred push-ups. The routine that he did every morning was not just a simple workout for him. It helped him to focus for the entire day. He knew how stressful his work and all. After a couple of minutes of resting his body lying down on the floor, he grabbed his towel and took a warm bath. No one knew that Anders loved to stay in the bathroom for thirty minutes and more in the morning before going to work. As he went out of the bathroom Anders immediately went straight to his closet.

The water is still dripping on his chest down through his six-pack abs. Every woman in this town was dreaming to be with him just for a night. At his younger age, he became the Master Chef of the country. Many people were amazed by his talent and most of all his IQ is higher than normal or average people.

“George, keys?”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Here Mr. Winston, I mean Anders. May I remind you that you need to be at the…” unfortunately George wouldn’t be able to finish his words.

“I know and please tell mom I’ll be busy today.” He said to his assistant while starting up the engine of his black Bentley sports car. Driving all by himself, Anders didn’t want to have someone to drive for him. He grew up independently and didn’t want to rely on others. His father taught him to be tough and stood up by himself. Anders looked at his watch and decided to grab some coffee at the nearest coffee shop. He parked his car and went inside the cafeteria.

All the women were looking at him. He get used to it, but he never wanted to have that kind of attention from other people. A woman suddenly stepped closer in front of him.

“Hi. A.. Anders Winston. I’m Jaimie and..” the woman wasn’t able to finish about what she was about to say when Anders just passed by and seems like he didn’t care at all. “One Café Au Lait.” He said in a baritone voice.

“Right away Sir. That’ll be ten bucks.” Anders took his wallet and gave him his credit card. He got a few bucks on his wallet and that wasn’t enough for him to pay what he ordered. He waited for a couple of minutes before he had it. Then he walked out from the counter and was about to reach the door when a woman came in front of him.

“Fuck!” he said while looking at himself as the coffee splashed on his shirt.

“Oh my God! I.. I’m so sorry. I didn’t..” the woman said and was about to wipe it with the tissue when Anders stepped back. He starred at the woman from head to toe.

“Careless.” He whispered and turned his back, then walk away as if nothing happened. The woman was left hanging and shrugged her shoulders as she looked at him.

“Arrogant.” She whispered.

“Hey! Em. Are you okay?” A woman asked from behind.

When she saw her, they immediately hugged each other.

“Yeah I’m fine, Jane” She answered.

Her friend suddenly looked at her and asked “Do you know him?”

Emily just shook her head and didn’t mind at all about her question.

Her friend suddenly held both of her shoulders and shook them lightly. “He is Anders Winston! My goodness Emily, how come you didn’t know him. His name was all over the news, tv ads, and more.” Jane told her like it was the most amazing thing that happened today. She looked at Emily once again and said. “You are so lucky! Does he smell great did you even..”

“I don’t know him and please it was an accident I bumped him when I was about to enter this coffee shop and the coffee spilled over his shirt. Please stop talking nonsense, Jane.” Emily told to her friend about what happened earlier.

Then, Jane smirked at her and move closer to Emily. “Here’s the loyalty award to Emil Smith.” She said and even gave Emily a round of applause.

“Matthew we’re so lucky to have you girl, you’re the only one living on this earth who’s loyal to her boyfriend.” Jane laughed at her and then, sipped her coffee.

Emily checked her watch and suddenly her eyes widened as she saw the time and it was eight o’clock sharp. She looked at Jane and grabbed all her stuff from the table.

“Jane, I have to go. See you. Bye!” she said as she was putting all her pieces of stuff in her bag.

Jane just waved her hand to her friend. Emily ran as fast as she could just to reach the place. She was thankful that she was wearing a pair of sneakers today so running wasn’t that difficult for her. She was gasping for air when she arrived, she stood in front of the door and took a deep breath and before her hand landed on the door, someone opened it. Emily couldn’t believe her eyes.

A person was standing in front of her, was about more than six feet tall and the scent that was captivating and inviting. She couldn’t speak and her mouth fell open when she recognized the person in front of her.

“Fifteen minutes late. Have you just finished your coffee?” he asked and didn’t mind her at all.

He continued his discussion with the other students. He showed them the proper way of cutting meat and other basic things they need to learn in the kitchen. On the other hand, Emily put on her hat and apron and stood still on the other side of the room.

“Of all the people. Why him? God..” Emily said to himself but it was interrupted by someone at her back.

“Pray that you won’t cut your finger.” a baritone voice at the back suddenly spoke at her and continue checking the other students.

Emily was so annoyed and she wanted to punch him right now, but he suddenly looked at Emily once again. “Start now or you’ll fail this class.” He looked at her seriously and pointed the thing in front of Emily.


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