I am twenty-six, pretty and young, working as an assistant chef in the most famous hotel located in the heart of Paris.
Why work as a chef when completed my English major a year ago?
Because that degree was not used to afford me a job in the romantic city of Paris. With the help of Kelsey, my friend next door, I joined an offline competition of cooking which was inaugurated by super genius Chef David Kneedy. Within two hours I cooked his favorite ravioli pasta with a special ingredient.
How I came to know about ingredients? Thanks to Kelsey Anderson who informed me the day before after sneaking at night in the hotel only to find me the ingredient.
When I got the job of assistant chef, I was thrilled and with excitement I burnt my degrees of English major and was buried in the nearby cemetery. It’s been a year I am working here and still there is a spark missing in my life.
I had a boyfriend and life without a boyfriend in the romantic city of Paris… complete boredom. He found me, I found him, and we found each other but still did not work.
Noah Jackson, the quarterback in the college and I was the second hottest girl in the entire university. Each and every girl would look at us in jealousy and anger but Noah’s eyes were always fixated on me. Things went well with a couple of months until he decided to move out from the city to New York to continue his further education. Now we are long distanced boyfriend and girlfriend. He calls me up every night, we talk but I lost my amusement.
I miss him badly, too much, actually very seriously and physically. It’s been more than a year, I missed sex with him.
Our first encounter of sex technically went well. Although I failed to feel orgasm but we discovered a lot. A lot about each other. “O Noah” when will you come back?
You might be wondering who am I?
Well say hello to Miss Jean Grace.
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