Chapter Six
Julien
After spending another hour in the bake-off tasting other desserts and debating on other candidates, I selected one other to join my team: a married woman who I was introduced to at the beginning of the day. Her skills are nearly up there with my dear Marilyn who is an expert in baking. I cannot believe that not only did I meet my soul mate, but that she is also a magician in the kitchen as well.
I’m just about to walk out with George by my side when that fuck from earlier comes up to me. “You’ve messed with the wrong girl. Lynny’s mine, and I’ve worked really hard to nail her. I won’t let it be ruined just so she can advance her career. Why don’t you go back to that whore you had last night?”
“Boy, I will destroy you.” I’m about to swing at him when my brother holds me back.
“Remember where we are, Julien. You have to get back to your woman. Ignore this asshole. She’s your girl now, and he’s only huffing and puffing because he can’t have her.”
“You’re right.” I brush off my brother’s hold and look right at that smug asshole and say, “She’s mine—she knows it, I know it, and everyone who could hear her calling my name last night knows it, so stay away from her or I’ll end you.” I walk out because I need to hold ma beauté.
We check out of my hotel room twenty minutes later, and I have everything loaded into my SUV and then George drives me over to her apartment where I see a handsome bastard in a suit walking up her steps.
I move right past him as his phone rings and he stops to answer it. I knock on her door but she doesn’t answer, so I pound hard. “Ma chèrie, open up.”
“Julien?” I hear her sweet voice that cracks, and I wonder what the fuck is wrong and who this asshole is. How many men do I have to fend off this delicate creature in a given day? It doesn’t matter as I’ll send them all running because she’s mine.
“Ma chèrie, it’s me.”
“One moment,” she says before I hear the lock unclick.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” the asshole next to me growls, attempting to challenge me, but he doesn’t have a clue that before I became one of the world’s best bakers, my brother and I grew up on the streets fighting for scraps—quite literally.
“None of your business, and who the fuck are you?” I practically spit out, ready to beat him down as the door opens.
“Her brother.”
Marilyn yanks and pulls me into her apartment by my collar and slams the door in her brother’s face. “Jack, go home. You didn’t have to rush over here because I didn’t answer your phone call.”
“Rush? You’re my sister, if you haven’t forgotten?” He’s the one who has forgotten since he’s the ass that upset her.
“I think you have. Besides, I don’t want to talk to you. Please leave.” She presses her head into my chest.
“You heard her.” I do my best to control the anger because she needs me.
“Fine, but we’re not done talking about this.” His footsteps get softer as he leaves.
“What are you doing here, Julien?” she asks.
“I missed you.” A smile forms on her gorgeous face. “Besides, I told you we have things to discuss.”
“Julien, you don’t have to hire me just because you want to sleep with me. You know that, right? There were ten other companies at the event.” I press my hand over her mouth and drag her over the sofa where I sit down and drag her over my lap with her ass up in the air.
I pull down her shorts and panties. “What are you doing?”
“You have several spankings coming, ma belle, but this one is because you doubt your talent and me.” My hand comes down on her pretty pale bottom, turning it pink. Marilyn’s gasps make me spank her ass cheek again. “Have you learned anything, Marilyn?”
“Nope,” she says, lips popping on the “p” sound.
“Bad girl,” I growl, spanking her three more times. “I believe you’ve learned something. You’ve learned you like your ass spanked.” I press my fingers into her tight hole, and it’s soaking wet.
“Mr. Beaumont, I hope this isn’t the treatment you give all your bad employees.”
“Only you. You need to be taught inside and out of the bakery how to behave. After all, we are going to create a family full of little bakers for generations to come.”
“Babies?”