Hot chef, cant cook

Shania and Isabella were in the laundry room. After a long night of wanting to talk, they found an opening in the morning.

“I know what you are thinking,” Isabella said, breaking the silence in the room. Shania was leaning against the washing machine watching her best friend.

“I didn't say anything, did I?” Shania was busy playing with her fingernails to look at Isabel. It was her life, she had no say in it.

“I know you, and you think… I'll get hurt with the guys,” Isabella remarked and straightened up, the clothes were in the washing machine. Hence, the two women took some time to talk.

“I just want you to be happy, you are an adult… I can't tell you how to live your life,” she only wanted to make sure Isabella wouldn't get hurt. She let out a chuckle and climbed on top of the washing machine and sat comfortably.

“The guys are like that… and I'm not seeking love, Shania you know this,” Isabella said knowing full well she wasn't ready for a real relationship. Shania nodded, her friend was right. Finding love was not easy,

“I agreed to it and I don't have a problem with the brothers sharing me…it's a whole new experience, it's hot and exciting,” Isabella said with a huge smile plastered on her face. Just seeing her eyes sparkly gave Shania a satisfying feeling. Her friend was exploring the world of pleasure. Having two hot men crush over you was something else, and Isabella seemed to like it.

“It's crazy but okay, as long as it makes you happy,” Shania said with a smile and Isabella jumped down to take the clothes out.

“I can assure you, I got this…no need to make a fuss and well… I'm sorry you walked in on us…it's embarrassing," she said, burying her face in her palms. Shania let out laughter. She was shocked when she saw it.

“Hot and exciting," Shania giggled, and Isabella ended up joining her. Both girls hugged while laughing. It was funny how they turned out to be, she was having an affair with her stepbrother and Isabella was involved with two hot brothers, and they were sharing her. To be honest, Shania had heard about a threesome a couple of times. It was crazy, and Isabella seemed to like the idea.

“Okay, let me see what the guys are preparing for breakfast,” Shania said and left the laundry room. It was another day, she spent the night at her old apartment due to the heavy rains.

“Good morning guys,” Shania greeted Shawn and Kenny as soon as she entered the kitchen and found two hot men in vests and sweatpants making breakfast. The entire apartment smelled delightful.

“Morning beauty,” Shawn said with a smile while Kenny gave her a half hug and an apple. Shania tried, certainly, to stop her perverted mind from thinking about what she saw.

“Great, smells wonderful… I didn't know you were so talented,” Shania remarked with a smile and pulled out a chair and sat down comfortably. Kenny chuckled and turned to look at her.

“Well, it's not that difficult and besides…men love this,” Kenny commented while drying his hands and Shawn was busy flipping the pancakes and placing them.

“Can the other one even cook,” Shania scoffed, knowing full well she was referring to Christian? Shawn smirked mischievously. Looking at him carefully, Shania had to admit the two brothers were hot and good-looking.

“He can't,”

“Terrible cook,” Kenny finished when Shawn started, Shania chuckled only for her laughter to last for a short second. Because a sleepy-looking Christian walked in without a shirt.

“I'm great in bed…who needs cooking skills when I can make someone scream for more,” Christian muttered in a deep, low voice and stopped to look at Shania. Shawn and Kenny grinned, while Shania frowned.

“Pervert, I'm sure Shawn and Kenny are the best…just look at how hot they are… I'll call you hot chefs,” Shania ignored Christian and turned to Shawn and Kenny, busy smiling at her. Both of them noticed how Christian was fuming in rage. Shania could smell the fire burning from Christian.

“Oh really, you think being in the kitchen is sexy. How shallow-minded,” Christian rolled his eyes in annoyance and said down beside Shania, he smelled like roses and coconut oil? His hair was wet, which meant the man was from taking a shower.

“You don't know anything about being a gentleman,” Shania scoffed and beamed when Shawn served her some pancakes and some freshly made orange juice. The entire time, Christian was ogling the food his two friends made.

“So delicious, just from the smell I know it's delicious,” Shania dramatically inhaled the lovely smell of the pancakes making Shawn watch her in amusement.

“She's right,” Shawn whispered with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face while Kenny clicked his tongue playfully.

“You know what, I'm better than these two…you don't need this,” Christian lost it and snatched the plate of pancakes before Shania could take a bite.

“What's wrong with you…bring that back,” Shania lashed out at Christian, but the man threw everything in the trash can and shoved the plate in the sink.

“You two, out!” He gestured at Shawn and Kenny to leave the kitchen. Both men knew their friend very well. Christian was jealous, he didn't like the idea of other men making his woman happy.

“Whatever boss,” Kenny said in surrender form and left the kitchen while laughing. Shawn picked up the tray of food he made for Isabella and left as well.

The entire time, Shania was fuming in anger.

“I'm starving, what do you think huh, I'm going to eat you now!”

“Then, I'll prove to you that I can cook,” Christian said with a frown and picked up a black apron. He stared at it for a while, as if it were something he hadn't seen before. Shania watched him in disbelief.

“You can't cook Mr. Christian Ace…forget it,” Shania scoffed with a sly smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. It was funny to see Christian struggling to wear a simple apron.

“Hahaha, just wait and see,” Christian laughed mockingly and frowned. How on earth was he supposed to wear what he was holding?

“Not every man is talented in the kitchen…ha!” Shania chuckled and took a sip of the orange juice. Christian thought he could learn to cook in minutes.

“If I win, I'll take you right here and now,” he leaned forward and whispered with a mischievous grin which had Shania backing away from him. She would have cared if he could cook, but he couldn't.

“Fine, cook something delicious, and I'll spread myself on this counter and let you have me,” she challenged him with a smirk and Christian beamed.

“Deal baby, I'll show you what real men can do,” saying that, Christian managed to wear the apron.

Goddammit, he looked like a piece of meat with all those rippled biceps and triceps. with his slightly wet hair falling over his face. Shania couldn't sit still as things between her legs started heating up. She swore the man was the real hot chef. But he couldn't cook. She only made the bet to shame him.