Grammy weekend was a blur. She fucked a random guy, and went back to the party rejuvenated. Icee was on one, and wouldn't give up the dick. She tried. He wasn't drinking, he wasn't smoking, she couldn't get him fucked up so she could take advantage of him.

Then there was Tempo's sexy, young ass. He was drunk and in a mood, so she pounced on him. What a letdown in the sack. He fucked like a virgin, no skills at all. And he didn't even lick the pie. He was of no use to her.

Tucker made up for that. His greedy ass ate her into oblivion. He liked that freaky shit, way freakier than Icee ever was. But his dumb ass was calling out Kitty's name. That stupid bitch fucked them both? Maybe she wasn't as perfect as she pretended to be.

One of the men she fucked over two days was going to be a daddy. No, scratch that. She knew who she wanted the daddy to be and he was going to claim her or else. Who were they going to believe, America's sweetheart, or Icee the sexaholic, known womanizer?

Pretty simple.

If she put it out to the media that she was having Icee's baby, that Kitty bitch would go away and then Icee would come back to her and take care of her and her baby. Because of course, he loved her and not that troll little girl. The whole relationship was a sham, or why else had Icee kept her around.

It had to work.

"I heard you fired another chef?" her brother Kirk said to her, while she lounged near her pool overlooking the ocean, sipping a drink. Nonalcoholic drink since she was with child now.

"Fired? I think he just left," she stated, sipping her drink.

"Yeah, sure, and I believe that like I believe the earth is flat."

She smirked at her brother. "Isn't it?"

Her brother was her homie. He also worked for her because why not. He was only a year older than her at thirty-three. They looked nothing alike, but that had to do with the fact that they had different mothers. Her mother was Japanese, his was Black, so he was full-Black. He still was a gorgeous guy, caramel brown skin, dark brown eyes, hair worn in cornrows. He did not get the height that she had, topping off at only five feet nine.

Her parents were still married and had a great relationship. They had been married for over thirty-five years now. And yes, her father had her brother while he was married to his mother. Did her mother care? She looked the other way. Her younger brother was twenty-nine and he had a different mother as well.

They both worked as her bodyguards. Even though they had different mothers, they looked a lot alike and were the same height, and wore the same hairstyle. They looked like twins and everyone thought she had twin bodyguards. They both lived in the house with her as well.

"Bean, you need to be nicer to the staff." Her brother nicknamed her "Stringbean" since she was twelve and grew taller than him. He had shortened it to Bean, and she hated the nickname but only he could call her that.

"I pay their fucking wages and they get to live in this big house, they should be grateful."

Kirk shook his head at her. "You gonna learn one day, what goes around comes around."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Are you going to find me another chef?" Her brother also served as House Coordinator, and was in charge of all the employees and hiring and managing them. While she was touring the world with modeling, acting, and singing, he went off to college and studied business management. The only job he ever had was working with her though, but she paid him well why would he ever leave.

"I already have someone in mind." He was looking at his tablet and typing away.

"Trial run, bring them in and I will try them out. No guarantees," she told him.

"Bean, are you getting fat?" Kirk asked, looking her over.

"What?" She looked her body over in the two-piece bikini. She was naturally thin all her life and never worried about her weight, but now, her body was about to change. She was already showing in her stomach, which was usually flat, now she had a little pooch. Should she tell her brother? He was going to know sooner or later.

"Oh, you're going to be an uncle."

Kirk raised an eyebrow. "Say what now?"

"I said, you're going to be an uncle!"

"Stop playing! Who the hell are you even dating?"

She kept all her freaky rendevous from her brothers, which was hard since she hired them to follow her around and protect her.

"Icee."

"Icee who?"

"Icee Icee!"

"Icee that married that chick you tried to kill?"

She groaned at that. She might have got a little wild seeing that troll in the ladies' room and tried to choke the shit out of her little ass. Had her like a rag doll. If Icee didn't stop her, she would be in jail. Then that stupid little has-been troll, Ginger fucking Hollands tried to step to her. Don't let the pretty face fool ya, she scrapped with the best of them growing up in the hood of Los Angeles before she clawed herself to the top of the modeling world. Jealous bitches always wanted to start something with a pretty bitch.

Then AKA butch ass had to jump in and double-teamed her. Still, they did not get the best of her and she handled both of their asses.

"Icee might have married her but we still were fucking. It's his."

"Whoa, sis! What are you gonna do?"

"I'm going to let the world know he is an asshole."

She made sure her media guru leaked to the press that she was pregnant and then made sure the whispers were that it was Icee's. Immediately TMZ was hounding her while she was shopping down Rodeo Drive in a planned excursion.

She made sure she looked fabulous so paparazzi would get her looking her best and she could pretend to be caught off-guard by them.

"Bonnie Walker, is it true you are having Icee's baby?"

"Where did you hear that from? I mean...it's private information," she asserted, playing her role.

"Is Icee the father?"

"I'm not trying to get him in trouble."

"So it's true? What about Kitty?"

"What about her?"

"Does Kitty know?"

"I'm done talking to you now." Kirk and her younger brother Derrick plowed through the cameramen and made their way to the waiting limo with her bags.

Once inside, she took off her sunglasses and smiled. It was going to be on now.

The story spread like wildfire. The media going into a frenzy digging into Bonnie and Icee's relationship over the years. She "leaked" some nudes of herself with Icee, but kept the sex tapes to herself. For now. She still had voice messages from Icee that were sure to start trouble with his so-called happy relationship.

But no one had heard from Icee.

"He's on his honeymoon," Tink said matter of factly while she frantically tried to get in contact with him.

Bonnie glared at her friend. She did not need to hear that. Honeymoon her ass! When he found out she was pregnant, that would change the course of everything. Icee always said he wanted kids. She wasn't willing to be the one to have them...at the time. He wouldn't ask for a blood test, right? The other guys would not step up, would they? They had a lot to lose too.

"Icee will call, I know him well." Bonnie was sure of that. "In the meantime, I will relax, think positive, and just wait. You will see."

Kirk and her little brother Derrick walked into the parlor.

"Bean, I have my man in the kitchen starting on dinner for you ladies to try," Kirk announced.

"Is he Japanese like Kisho?" JJ asked. "I liked all his meals."

"You know I will have my man making anything you like, Ms. J," Kirk said, obviously flirting with JJ, who ate it up. She did not know why the two flirted but never acted on it. Just fuck and get rid of the sexual tension. It was too much for her.

"I hope he hood, I could use some fried chicken in my life," Bonnie chimed in.

"Ugh! I think you're having baby cravings or something," Tink countered. "You still have to watch what you eat while pregnant."

"I'll watch it while it goes into my mouth," Bonnie replied.

"You ladies want to come into the dining room and Cory will serve us," Derrick said, her shy little brother said. She was amazed he was her brother being as he rarely said a word to most people, but she and Kirk were the talkers.

They sat in her extravagant dining room where she liked to sit at the head of because she felt like a queen. Well, she was. Queen of her house. Queen of the city. She ran L.A. without a doubt. No one could touch her fame nor her wealth. It surely did not matter that she had not graced a cover of a magazine in three years, or starred in any TV or movies lately, she still was Bonnie mother fucking Walker. Now that she was pregnant and public with it, she would be the center of the universe again.

After she, her girls, and her brothers were situated at the table, a man walked in pushing a serving cart with the food on it. He was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen in her life. And yes, she was putting him over Isaac Curtis. He was that smooth, dark brown skin that seemed flawless, a bald head, tall, and from what she could tell through his white chef's smock, built nicely. Broad shoulders, probably chiseled arms, maybe toned and sculpted abs...she was thinking naughty thoughts she did not care about eating any food right now.

"Cory!" her brother greeted the man. "I hope you put your foot in this. I'm starving!"

"I think the lady of the house gets first to try," he said with a grin and her insides did a flip. His teeth seemed so white against his dark skin, and there was a hint of sparkle in his eyes when he smiled at her.

She did not say anything, even though he was looking at her waiting on a response. JJ nudged her.

"Ummm, Ms. Thang?"

"Huh?"

"Can the man serve us?"

"Sure, sure, whatever," she said, trying to regain her composure. So what he was a nice-looking man. She needed to get over it.

But when he leaned over her, placing a plate of food in front of her, he was so close she got a good whiff of him. He smelled like a man. Like whatever men smelled like, he smelled like a big, strong man. Not a funky man that was working in her kitchen. He wasn't covered in cologne or aftershave either. He just smelled...like a man.

"I hope you enjoy Ms. Bonnie Walker," he said, still with a grin on his face.

"Ummm, sure." She looked at her plate, not knowing what she was looking at. Some weird pasta shape and with a lot of shit thrown on top. He knew she was trying to impress her, but her momentarily infatuation with him halted. "What the hell is this?"

"Paccheri pasta with a tomato ragu, and ground sausage, with grated pecorino and a sprinkle of dried oregano." He went on to serve the others their food.

She wrinkled her nose. He couldn't just make some mac and cheese with a side of fried chicken? She was rich and famous, but she was still from the hood. Even Kisho made hood food for her when she wanted.

"Looks good to me!" JJ declared, digging in.

Tink looked at her food, smiled, waved it away. "Too many carbs for me. Can I just have a salad?"

"Girl, just taste it!" Kirk said. "We need to rate my man and see if he is up to par."

Bonnie tentatively took her fork and stabbed at the large hollow, noodle-looking pasta. She sniffed it. It smelled good. She put it in her mouth and chewed. Not bad. Not bad at all. A flavor explosion in her mouth.

"Tell me exactly how you feel. Is it good?" he asked her.

"I like it...of course, this is just one meal and you have to have more up your sleeve. I mean, I like all kinds of food, I like to eat. I don't do healthy shit either, I eat what I want. But, if Tink wants a salad, prepare her a salad."

Tink stood up, looking him over with a smile. "My name's Della, no one calls me Tink and lives but Bonnie. I would like a chopped salad, I don't like big pieces in my salad. Light cheese, and lots of cilantro."

"Coming up pretty girl," he said, still with that heavenly smile, as he strolled the cart out of the room.

"Oh! My! Gawd! Why is he like so frikkin hot!" Tink announced once he was gone. "Can I have him?"

"Girl, that man looks like an older version of Mr. Icee, you know Bon wants to hop on him," JJ stated.

"He does not look like Icee," Bonnie interjected, eating more of the pasta. "In fact, he looks better."

"Nah, I beg to differ on that," JJ dismissed the thought, eating her food as if it was her last meal on earth. "But the man can cook. Can we keep him?"

"He's still on a trial run." The food was delicious, but she never saw any resume or references, she let her brother handle that. She trusted him, and so far so good. Turning to her bother, who was already finished with his plate of food, she asked him, "What more can you tell me about that man?"

"We're old friends, from the neighborhood. He was my homeboy back in the day."

"Your homeboy? Kirk, I've seen all your friends, I've never seen him."

"Well...while you were busy galavanting around the world modeling in your teens, that's when  Cory and I were cool."

"And I haven't seen him ever? All this time, you were hiding him out? Okay, what are you not telling me?"

Kirk looked over at Derrick, but her younger brother just chuckled.

"Kirk!"

"Okay, look, sis, just give my man a chance, let his food speak for him, not his background."

"What background? Tell me!"

"Okay, so he's been in prison for a little bit."

"Prison! A little bit? For how long and for what?"

"Twelve years for...involuntary manslaughter."

JJ jumped up. "He killed someone. Ok, Bonnie, he has to go!"

"Yes, we can't have a killer around us," Tink said and shivered. "And to think, I thought he was cute."

"I can't believe you are judging the man on his past and not his skills. The man can burn," Kirk stated.

"And where did he learn how to cook? Serving meals in prison?" JJ pushed her half-eaten plate of food away. "I can't eat that."

"JJ really? I can't believe you of all people making a big deal of this," Kirk declared.

"What do you mean by that?"

Cory walked back in carrying a plate and the two stop bickering. She was quiet on the subject matter because she wanted to form her own opinion on the man, not whatever her brother told her. He sat the plate in front of Tink.

"Here you go, Ms. Della."

She smiled and blushed at him. "Thank you, this looks good."

"Della!" JJ uttered to her.

"What?" Tink said, digging into her salad. "I have to eat something."

"Did everyone enjoy? I have desert as well." He started to gather their plates. She was only half done with her plate, losing her appetite after the argument.

"Two-week trial, that's it. I will decide after that," Bonnie explained to him.

"Sounds fair," he nodded. "And your brother told me that includes a room here."

JJ slapped her forehead and mouthed "No," to her.

"That's a two-week stay as well, so temporarily until or if I decide to keep you on."

"Well, I aim to please, Ms. Bonnie, so let me know if there is anything special you would like me to cook for you."

She looked the man up and down. She wondered if he could cook in the bed. Could he put it down? Could he lick her down? Fuck that, was the dick good?

Nope, she shook her head of all those thoughts. She had never slept with any of her employees. She may be a lot of things, but that was a no-no for her. Mixing business with pleasure. He worked for her, which meant he was beneath her, not on her level. Or in other words, he was a broke man.

She had a better chance of just getting Icee back.

A/N: I don't know where I was going with this chapter. Trying to introduce new characters. Her brothers, Kirk and Derrick, and the new chef, Cory. Hmmm...another possibility for Bonnie? I mean, not as a baby father, but for romance.