Sorry Honey, the Bachelor Wanted the Cheesecake
A/N: I am so happy you guys liked this story. I'm doing my best, really I am. I love you guys and I don't want to disappoint you. And can I ask, do you read the recipes? And are there any of you who like to bake? If there are, why don't we swap recipes sometime? Just a thought.
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The recipe in this chapter is one of my personal favorites. Even a monkey can make it; it's that full proof. Happy Reading!
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Warning: Raging hormones are not a girl's best friend. I am sure all of you girl's out there have already experienced and know that very well.
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Chapter two: Sasuke
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Sasuke's First-impressions-are-everything Death by Chocolate Dessert
1 2-layer moist chocolate cake mix
2 cups all purpose cream, chilled
¾ cup confectioners' sugar, sifted
1 110g box instant pudding, chocolate flavor
1½ cups fresh, ice-cold milk
2 bars chocolate bars and wafers
of your choice
Okay, I know this is your first time actually doing anything in the kitchen except that night you had a midnight snack after you've tired yourself out in the bedroom with that super-model you met last week in that gala event. And that's expectant from a wealthy playboy, so don't feel guilty. And don't worry that wonderful ass of yours; this recipe is so easy that even the blind can do it...with a little help from a reader of course. But here's your chance at proving that "owner" of yours wrong. Remember, first impressions are almost everything in a relationship—or a soon to be one. Keep in mind that if this works out well you might just get to win that stupid bet after all.
So start by baking the chocolate cake, following the instructions written on the back of the box. If you're having difficulty setting the oven right, just ask a maid to help you on that. Bake the cake in a square 9x9 inch pan instead of the circular ones that you normally use. I said you could ask for help, but remember, you have to make this dessert. I don't want you lying to that girl; you don't want your chances of giving her that big, slobbery, wet kiss growing thin when she finds out who really made that dessertWhen the cake is done,make sure you let the cake cool.
Using a mixer or hand mixer—I know you all you rich people have one—combine the cream and sugar and whip until it's as stiff as the lower part of your anatomy got when you saw your "owner" appear in another one of those late-night dreams you've been having a lot lately—with her as the co-star. When everything's all stiff and firm—I mean the cream got it? I don't want you horny-ing up on me—place the bowl in the refrigerator to make sure it stays that way. A word of advice, you could freeze the bowl and beater/s in the refrigerator, it helps with the whipping. Oh and another thing, stop thinking of her that way, have some dignity, you're a grown man, not some thirteen year-old boy who just got his hands on his first playboy. Geez...
In another bowl, mix instant pudding according to box instructions, but instead of using the prescribed amount of liquid, use the 1½ cups of fresh milk. You use less milk to make the mixture/pudding richer and thicker.
Is anything on fire? Destroyed? No, am I right? See, I knew you could do it without burning down the house. Now you have to assemble the dessert, you're half way through soldier. You can use any container you want. Though I recommend for you to use a nice, formal, long-stem wine glass. If you don't have one then maybe you're not as rich as I thought you were. What's a multi-millionaire without wine glasses? Honestly. Well if you do, arrange a layer of the chocolate cake on the bottom of the glass/container.
You could ask the maid to cut the cake with a cookie cutter (a circular one) to fit the glass/container, making sure it's only slightly smaller than the hole. Spread some of the pudding on top of that layer, just thick enough to see and taste the layer. Sort of like making a tiramisu, I know you've eaten one of those. Spread some whipped cream and break a few pieces of the wafer and the chocolate bar on top of that. Repeat the process again until you end with the chocolate bars again. Make only two layers okay? We don't want to overwhelm her with so many layers. There, you're done! Now, go and romance that pink haired goddess!
As Sakura Haruno made her way to the accounting booth, it just dawned to her that 'buying' Sasuke Uchiha was one of two things: the worst financial agreement she's ever going to make or the best thing she'll ever do. She hoped to god that it was the latter. She only did this just so her business would turn to the better side of the financial chain. She stopped in her tracks. Was this something she should really do? Why was she even doing this? Sakura took another look at her soon to be "purchase" and thought of her business.
She came to one conclusion: She was desperate, she loved her little bakery. She loved all the equipment and all the machines, the messiness she has to clean up after her pastries are made. And she was all out of options here. Our little pink-haired friend tried ads, free tasting, door-to-door passing of flyers and yes, she's even tried begging. Nothing worked. So turning to "Konoha's number one most eligible bachelor" was her last preference in saving her shop.
She'd done her research on the young Uchiha. On the internet, library, newspaper and magazine articles, TV specials and even on city tours. In fact, she'd seen his face so many times that she'd seen him in her dreams...usually naked on her bed. But we'll get to that a little later.
The Uchiha better live up to his name, or so help her, she'll have to shut down her store. And of course, she didn't want to resort to that. So that's why she was spending her last piece of yen on this guy. With a sigh, she walked over and paid for Sasuke.
After all the hoo-ha, Sakura was about to go and introduce her self to Sasuke but when she felt a vibration in her pants' back pocket, she headed for the veranda.
Taking a deep breath, she looked at the LCD of her cell phone. She sweat dropped; her mother. She should have known. Taking another deep breath, she picked up her phone and got herself ready for her mother's complaints. "Hi mom."
"Sakura Haruno, why in the world was your sister in the bakery today instead of you?"
"Uhh..." Sakura was scrambling for an answer that was as closest to the truth. "Uh, she was just watching the store for me while I was out buying something." Which was actually true.
She heard her mother sigh. "Sakura, you know she should be preparing for her mid-terms right now, not manning the store while your out buying things. You know how hard those medical terminologies can be."
"I know and I'm sorry. But she actually volunteered to man the store. I told her it was okay but she insisted."
"Alright. Just make sure that she studies tonight. What in the world did you buy anyway?"
"Oh, just a little something to give the business a push. You'll find out soon enough."
"At least it was something for the store. I thought you just went out on a date or something."
"You know I wouldn't do something like that mom."
"I just don't want another one of my children ending up like your father." In other words; ending up like you. Her mother always believed that anyone who went to business alone was either crazy, stupid or suicidal. Sometimes a combination of all three. Over the years, Haruno Shoichi had thousands of get-rich-quick-schemes that all went down the drain, in the end. But that didn't stop him from trying, in fact there were so many of them, they caused—what she liked to call it—mom's "uneasy condition".
She wasn't even able to go to the bank with out first taking a Valium. Dad didn't mean to be like that. He was a nice, caring and loving husband, always had time for her and their children. And it killed him to know that he'd driven the woman he's loved for so long to that point, so there had been less of those plots lately. Which was good, for mom's sake.
But the memories of those schemes are still wedged in her mother's mind. Let's label a few; there had been a singles-only apartment complex—that actually worked. Until all the residents got together and got married and left. There was a car part's shop—which worked until dad found out that his partner used stolen parts. His decisions were always fifty-fifty and were usually a flop in the end.
And because of that, mom always hoped for her three children to find reliable and stable jobs. Kein, Subei and Daisuke, Sakura's older brothers had one and Yaomi, Sakura's younger sister was on her way to one...but Sakura had always been the black sheep of the five ever since she dropped out of college and went in pursuit of culinary school. But ended up dropping out of that to take private classes. Apparently, the professors and her parents—mostly her mother—did not find five fire alarm incidents and one burnt kitchen very amusing.
"Your sister is very smart and has tons of potential. All she needs to do is settle down. You know; get a job that she could actually stick to." She heard her mother sigh. "Today it's dog-washing, tomorrow, she's working in an ice cream parlor, next week she's a photographer! What's next?! Prostitution???! Sakura honey, she has potential in this medical thing. Encourage her; you know the score she got in her last review right? All she needs is a little push." Yeah, Sakura knew her score; she was the one who helped Yaomi understand everything she needed to know. Sakura sighed. "I know she has potential. Listen mom I kinda need to go—"
"And oh Sakura, I wish you, yourself had chosen a better career. You've known all the things your father has done and I thought you learned your lesson"
"Mom, my business is stable," Yeah, right. As stable as a marble on a crooked table. "Not all small businesses fail mom."
"Nine out of then do. I am worried about you honey."
"I know, and I appreciate your concern. I really do. But now's not the time we should be having this talk. I'll come over on Sunday and we'll talk about this over angel's food cake and tea okay? I know you have a weakness for angel's food cake." Even from the other end of the line, she could feel her mother smiling. "Yes, yes I do. All right, we'll talk about this then but still keep in mind what I told you about Yaomi okay? I love you sweetie."
"I love you too mom. See you Sunday. And don't worry, my business won't sink." Click. Oh, she sure as hoped her business wouldn't fall.
Back in her mother's house, Haruno Sunomi sighed once again. "That's what they said about the titanic." She whispered to herself.
When Sakura walked back in the ballroom, she instantly spotted Sasuke. He was leaning against one of the ballroom pillars; hands in his pockets and was smirking at her, though he was talking to two other men. Uzumaki Naruto, she observed and another guy, Sai...she didn't really know a lot about Sai. Sakura didn't even know his last name. She only knew the fact that both he and Uzumaki were his closest friends. Since he was kept busy by the two, she had the chance to actually look at her purchase.
And admittedly, she was very pleased.
Sasuke Uchiha was all you could look for on a rich playboy: tall, dark,—well not particularly...he was actually pale, but surprisingly, it made him even more striking—handsome, he had a sly grin, teasing onyx eyes, a damn sexy attitude and the most wonderful body structure Sakura's ever seen. In addition, his lower anatomy wasn't bad at all—not that she'd ever seen it though. But based from all her dreams—both day and late night—it was incredible. His stance had the ease of a man who owned at least a quarter of the world, which he did, at least through real estate and—obviously—the hearts of women.
Oh, he'd do. He'd do just fine, all right.
Sakura had to remind herself that her buying the Uchiha was strictly business. That no matter sexy and appealing he was—just like her new mixer—he was hands-off and was just another investment, not her sex toy. Though, the idea did breeze through her head a couple thousand times. You have to admit, the idea of having the Uchiha Sasuke as your sex slave is very appealing. But once again, we'll get to that later.
Once the two men left, Sakura made her way to Sasuke. Making sure, she walked as seductively she could without making herself feel like a prostitute. Now she was all alone with her sex toy—I mean business purchase. Sakura held out a hand.
"Mr. Uchiha," She shook his hand. "I am Haruno Sakura, your new owner."
Sasuke chuckled and gave her a sly grin. "That, Ms. Haruno, has got to be the best pick-up line I have ever heard in my life."
"Oh, I wasn't picking you up I just—" Sakura was suddenly pushed and teetered on her heels and fell hard on Sasuke's chest. The impact made Sasuke put his arms around her waist in—ahem—reflex. When Sakura felt the contact, a spark went through her, making her hormones instantly ignite. For one second, she wanted to just sample that mouth of his. Just a taste would do her curiosity. Oh, the temptation. Abruptly, another dirty scene involving the Uchiha and herself appeared in her mind, this time up against the wall, right in front of these people.
Oh, sweet temptation. She looked at him—though we all know her mind was far from it—innocence sparkled in her eyes. 'Oh dear God...'
Sasuke chuckled. "If this isn't picking me up, I don't know what is." Sakura clutched his shoulders. 'Such strong, lean shoulders...'
"Sorry, I, ah, tripped."
His grin grew. "Are you sure you weren't about to kiss me?"
Oh if only you knew. Been there, done that, from around nine in the evening 'til about six in the morning. Repeatedly, might I add. Inner Sakura sighed dreamily at the memory.
She pushed gently on his shoulders, increasing the distance between them, though their lower body parts were still pressed together, much to Sasuke's delight. "First of all Mr. Uchiha, I am not one to show too much affection in public and our current state is already my limit." Sakura said, finding her balance once again.
Oh, smooth Sakura. Just smooth. Couldn't you even come up with a better lie than that?!
"For another, this room is quite stuffed and I am sure there are other's also stumbling on their feet."
At that, Sasuke's eyebrow raised in an almost disappointed manner. "So you aren't interested in me?
"Oh, I am. But not for mere kissing." Liar, liar, lips on fire. Liar's go to hell, Sakura.
"Really now?" He smirked. "I only assumed that that was the reason why you 'purchased' me."
Ugh. The man had an ego that went so high; it broke through the ozone layer. But what had she expected? That the number one playboy in all of fire country—maybe even throughout all of Japan—be nice, polite and humble?? That he would assume that she wanted him for his name and power and not his body? But taking a closer view at Uchiha Sasuke's frame and being that close to him made her think about it. Suddenly the idea of using the guy for his body didn't seem like such a bad idea after all.
No! You can't sleep with him! This is strictly for the business. Outer Sakura reprimanded herself. BUT remember, if you finish the job before the twenty-four hour mark, he's not our business ploy anymore. Once we've finished our main objective, then we could sleep with him. Inner Sakura grinned.
"I have...other uses in mind for you." Sakura said, giving him the once-over.
"Oh, do you now?" His smirk widened. "Hopefully it doesn't involve whips and chains. I am not one for pain, Ms. Haruno. I prefer pleasure." Pleasure. The way he said the word made her melt. It sounded richer and more decadent then her Chocolate Cointreau Mousse.
She should have chosen someone else, someone easier to handle. Like choosing a Beagle over a Great Dane. But then, when a girl needed a job done, she needed to call on the big dog. And Uchiha was definitely the biggest dog in town.
"Let's go, we need to be somewhere where it's quiet and where we're alone, to get what I want."
A glint flashed in his dark orbs. "Already? I was hoping you were down to earth, Ms. Haruno."
She shifted on her heels. Damn, she always hated heels. Sakura hardly ever wore heels and now they were killing her. The only reason she was even wearing these death traps was not to impress the bachelor but to fit in his crowd. In fact, she would've been happy with just a baby-tee and shorts but that was a big no-no, especially in this scenery.
She glanced at Sumi Takawara, Konoha's biggest fashion idol. She was wearing one of her own designs, Sakura figured. And her body-structure was so nice! She was thin and had such long legs, envy coursed through her. Hmph, anorexic whore. At least we have an ass! So she might not have all that money and fame but she had Uchiha. But she was getting distracted; she had to focus on the matter at hand.
Sakura turned to him. "As I said, I have plans for you, Sasuke. And I want to start as soon as I can. After all, I only have you for a limited number of time." She said, nothing but invitation in her emerald orbs, while sticking out her chest. Hey, just 'cause she wasn't allowed to sleep with the guy, didn't mean she wasn't allowed to tempt him even just a little (I know a lot of you guys would do the same thing if you were in the same situation...I wouldLaughs eccentrically).
Sakura knew she had a great rack, why not flaunt it? And plus, she knew what he thought she wanted him for.
Let's ride him on for a while. Inner Sakura stated. And that didn't seem like a bad idea at all.
Sasuke stared. Not at the keys but at her smirk and her awesome chest. Damn, she was sure as hell tempting. He couldn't think—at least with the top part of his body—about what she was going to do with him—"Uh, why don't we go to my estate down by the lake? Nearing the end of fire country? It's really not that far from here."—but he was hoping it involved both of them...and maybe a camera...but that was just a suggestion.
She shifted her weight on her left foot as she rummaged through her bag to fetch her keys. Sakura dangled them in front of Sasuke. "Umm...I was actually thinking...my place."
Like a dog spying a new toy, he nodded. "Okay, you lead, I'll follow. I am all yours."
"Damn straight. I paid good money for you, Uchiha. And I only my expect my money's worth."
"Oh you won't regret this Ms. Haruno." He said, putting his arm around her waist and leaning against her ear as the exited the room. "I assure you."
To be continued...
Preview of next chapter: Sakura
"So Uchiha—"
"Sasuke. No need for formalities, Ms. Haruno." He corrected and smirked at her.
"Sakura." She countered, returning his smirk with an innocent smile. "Anyway, I just wanted to ask, what kind of stamina do you have, Sasuke?"
Chapter ended.
I'm looking forward to the next chapter; it's pretty long. Thank you for your reviews.
Remember, the more reviews I get, the faster I'll update! Love you all and please review! By the way, in the first chapter, I said "Mrs. Uzumaki", I just want to tell you he's not married. I meant it to be his MOTHER, not his wife.