I CLAIMED HER BEFORE SHE COULD EVEN SPEAK MY NAME. I saw the fire in Erykah Lewis the moment she stepped into my kitchen. It was raw. Untamed. Waiting for my touch. She thought she was there to cook. She was wrong. She was there to be mine. When a rival tried to steal her away, I didn't just stop him. I took her. I moved her into my estate and shut the world out. I stripped away her choices and replaced them with my commands. In my house, she has two titles: Sous Chef and possession.