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From U.S Bah ❤ ✌?
Scarlet
It was a beautiful morning but what’s more
beautiful was the sight of the man sleeping on
top me, his hands ti-ghtly wrapped around my
wai-st and his head resting on my che-st as if it
was a squishy pillow. His hair was tickling the
skin of my ne-ck and his leg was sandwiched
in between my ba-re ones.
He hadn’t woken up yet and although my body
was failing to bear his weight, I kept silent
because I knew it’s not everyday Evan Parker
sleeps so peacefully.
His soft hair invited me and I snak-ed my
fingers throu-ghthem, feeling the soft texture. I
softly mas-saged his head and he snuggled
dee-perinto me, his jaw momentarily brushing
with my Bre-asts and my cheeks heated up in
response.
Our uncomfortable position urged me to shift
un-der him and when I did, he woke up with a
je-rk. His hooded grey eyes zoomed into mine
and I blus-hed dee-perat our proximity.
“Good morning,” I whispered to hide my
emBras-sment.
“Good morning.” His voice sounded deliciously
hoarse. That’s when I noticed how weird I
looked in the nightie. The ne-ckline was
hanging too low for my liking.
Evan’s eyes followed mine and rested on my
ne-ckline. “Evan, look away.” I whined loudly.
He chuckled at this and then leaned towards
me. Our gazes were locked together and the
beautiful radial pattern of his blue eyes
intoxicated me. “Morning breath,” I reminded
him because he might not have it but I do.
“Really Scarlet?” He scowled at this and then
inclined his head towards my ne-ck. I closed
my eyes when he nuzzled his nose along my
ne-ck. His li-ps then replaced his nose and he
placed some small ki-sses there. His hand that
was resting on my wai-st trailed lower and
reached my ba-re thi-gh. His touch there caused
my breath to knock out and a weird fire
erupted in the pit of my stomach.
“Evan,” I whispered his name and then tugged
his hair once again while he continued his
torture on my ne-ck with his li-ps.
“Hmmm,” he mumbled and the viBr@tion of his
voice reverberated throu-ghmy whole body.
“Don’t you have any work to do today?” I
teased him and that’s when he suddenly
stopped.
“Shit,” he said and moved away. “Shit, shit,
shit.” He gasped in panic and hopped out of
bed, leaving me cold and alone.
“What happened?” I asked, sitting up on the
bed.
“I totally forgot about the meeting last night.
Shit.” He said and ran towards the closet and
then appeared with a suit in his hand.
He then rushed towards his study table to
check something on the laptop. His hands
moved furiously over the files and his worry
panicked me.
“Don’t panic. You’ll find some way.” I tried to
console.
At this, he turned around and glared at me.
“You… You Se-duced me with your tempting
looks and that skimpy nightie. It’s your fault.”
He accused.
“Really?” I raised my eyebrows and added
sarcastically. “You should have restrained
yourself Mr. Oh-so-righteous.”
His face contorted even more, if that was
possible. “You Mrs. Parker are in de-ep shit. If
you pull such stunt again, you won’t leave the
bed a V¡rgin.” He threatened and my mouth fell
open at his words.
“We… Um… We will see.” I said and hid my
burning face from him.
“We will see.” He said firmly and then rushed
into the bathroom, leaving me hot and
bothered at his threat.
……….
Today was the day I’ll be stepping into my
new fully-furnished bakery for the first time.
Liam came to pick me up and together, we
drove towards the bakery where the interior
designer was waiting for us.
Darren was a middle-aged man with shiny
blonde locks that could be sp-otted from a
mile away. But despite his colorful attitude, he
listened to all my requests patiently and I’m
sure he did the perfect job.
Once I entered inside, my eyes wide-ned in
amazement at the place that was supposed to
be mine. It looked like we had entered one of
those expensive bakeries where a slice of cake
is sold at 100 bucks. But despite the modern
interior, it still had the homey look I wanted in
my bakery. The violet paint on the walls
contrasted perfectly with the white sofa sets. A
door in the dining hall led us to the hu-ge
kitchen which was equipped with the fanciest
equipments possible.
“This is not just a bakery. It’s a proper cafe.” I
said in amazement.
“Wow, we can add some more food items in
the menu. We didn’t have this much seating
before. Maybe we can hire a barista. Should
we start a pizza corner too?” Liam added
impatiently, looking just as awestruck as me.
He gaped at the series of five ovens set in a
line. So that’s what heaven feel like for a
baker?
“It must have cost a lot.” I asked Darren in a
worried voice.
“Yeah, but Mr. Parker said that I should not
worry about the money and neither should I
worry you. He must love you so much,
Scarlet.” He said and an involuntary smile
appeared on my face.
Liam cleared his throat and eyed me
suggestively, earning a fake scowl from me.
“Okay, I should leave now. I have a meeting
with your husband about the finances.” Darren
excused himself, leaving us in this fancy place.
I just looked around in awe, not daring to
touch anything in fear of breaking it.
“Wow.” Another surprised gasp reached us. We
both turned towards Rachel who looked just as
surprised as us.
“Isn’t this place great?” Liam asked her and
she nodded. In the last few weeks, Liam and
Rachel had grown closer and their subtle
fli-rtations didn’t escape my notice.
“Yes, it is. Well thank God, I will actually have
some work to do here.” She said and brushed
the glas-s door of the refrigerator.
“Yeah, and we will have to give you a bonus
too.” I reminded her and her smile wide-ned at
this.
“Staring at me is enough bonus for her.” Liam
added and earned a playful scowl from her.
“As if.” She rolled her eyes.
We spent the rest of the day bringing things
into motion because the day after tomorrow
would be the opening day of the new Biscotti .
It was almost 8 when I let Rachel and Liam go
on a dinner while I waited for Evan’s driver to
pick me up. I had called him an hour ago but
he hadn’t reached yet, which was unusual for
the very punctual Patrick.
When the door finally opened, it was Evan who
had come to pick me. He looked really se-xy
with his coat off and the sleeves of his shirt
rolled to his elbows. His hair was messy, as if
he had run his thin, long fingers throu-ghthem
repeatedly.
Stop drooling, Scarlet.
“Are you happy with this place?” He asked,
looking around and as-sessing everything.
“Yes, a lot. I don’t know how I would pay you
back for this.” I said in a distressed voice.
“You want to pay me back?” He asked with a
smile and walked towards me in a slow pace.
“Yeah,” I replied, fearing if he would ask the
money back right now. “But I don’t have the
money right now.”
He didn’t stop walking on reaching me.
Instead, he continued walking and I continued
stepping back. “There is something you can do
to pay me back.” He said with a dangerous
glint in his eyes. I gulped ha-rder and took
another step back but realised that I had
reached the counter.
“What?” I asked, staring into his hypnotic eyes.
He placed both arms on my sides, caging me
in. My breath hitched when he lowered his
head and the side of his face tou-ched mine.
His mouth was right in front of my ear and his
warm breath was tickling my skin.
“You can…” He whispered and his nose
teasingly grazed my earlobe, causing me to
shut my eyes and let out a small m-oan. “Make
me your first customer and prepare a steaming
cu-p of coffee for me.”
Saying this, he pulled away.
“fu-ck you,” I used the F word which was so
unlike me but Evan always manages to make
me act weird. My curse amused him and he
chuckled in return, earning a warning glare
from me.
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➡➡➡⏺️LOVE AGAIN ⏺️⬅️⬅️
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*??????EPISODE 42??????*
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From U.S Bah ❤ ✌?
Scarlet
The re-opening day of my bakery went great.
All my old customers came to visit us and I
got some new ones too. But I realized that we
might nee-d to hire one or two new bakers to
help divide the load. With more customers, the
burden on Liam and I had increa-sed so I
asked Rachel to put a sign on the door that we
were hiring new cooks.
While I was decorating the mint chocolate
cu-pcakes on the aisle, I heard a pair of heels
striding towards me. I lifted my head to look
at Helena who was observing this new place
with a smile.
“This place looks ban-ging.” She commented.
She was wearing a velvet dress that
accentuated her slim figure, her hair pulled up
in a flawless bun.
“Thanks. What are you doing here?” I asked in
surprise.
“Well, I had already sent an invitation card to
Evan but I guessed I should personally invite
you as well. I’m throwing a party to inaugurate
my new club. And you girl, have to come.” She
said, pointing her finger at me. “And wear
something hot.” She added a wink.
“Um…”
“No Umm. You’re coming with Evan.” She said
and then opened her bag to bring a card out.
“And give this one to Liam. You have to show
this card at the entrance.”
“He is in the kitchen. Why don’t you invite him
yourself?” I asked and led her to our kitchen.
Once we stepped throu-ghthe doorframe, my
eyes wide-ned in embarras-sment as I watched
the scene unfolding inside. Liam and Rachel
were busy chucking flour at each others, their
skin and hair covered in white powder. Beside
me, Helena was throwing daggers at them,
Rachel in particular.
I coughed to clear my throat and that’s when
they noticed us. Liam’s playful expression
changed on watching Helena and he dusted
the floor off himself immediately.
“Sorry for disturbing your playtime.” Helena
sarcastically remarked and put the card on the
counter of the kitchen. “This is an invitation
card to my party. You can bring your girlfriend
too.” She said with a fake smile on her face
and stomped out of the kitchen, leaving Liam
and Rachel baffled at her reaction.
I followed her to the exit of the bakery where a
car was waiting for her. “Helena,” I called her
name to stop her.
“Yeah?” She turned around dramatically and
asked.
“Why don’t you admit that you like him? It was
so obvious that you were jealous of Rachel.” I
told her what I felt. As her friend, it was my
duty to give her a genuine suggestion because
it was clear that she had some feelings for
Liam.
“Jealous? I don’t get jealous over men,
sweetheart. It’s the other way around.” She
smiled smugly and motioned towards her
driver who opened the door of the car for her.
“See you at the party,” she said before leaving.
I knew she was trying to act cool but the hurt
on seeing Rachel and Liam cozy was obvious
on her face. I know women like her; they try to
act like they don’t nee-d anyone but in reality,
they just don’t want to get their hearts broken
by the men they like. I just hope she soon
realises her feelings before either of them gets
hurt badly.
…………
It was Saturday evening and after eating our
dinner, Evan left for his study room while Cara
and I decided to watch a movie. I didn’t know
Cara was a horror movie fanatic like me so
when she chose a horror movie to watch, I felt
weirdly proud.
Each of us took a small tub of ice-cream to
the couch and we turned the lights off. The
movie started and we cozied up un-der the
blanket. “Are you sure you won’t feel scared?” I
asked.
“No, I love horror movies.” She said
confidently.
“Wow, you’re just like me then.” I pas-sed her a
smile and wrapped my arms around her,
pulling her close to me.
The movie started with a scene where a family
moved into a new house which was the plot of
half of the horror movies I have watched. The
youngest daughter of the family went into her
new room and while she pas-sed by the mirror,
a scary pale face appeared in the mirror.
I immediately turned to Cara to check if she
was scared but she rather looked interested. I
took a bite of the ice-cream and then
continued with the rest of the movie.
Half the movie had pas-sed when Evan
emerged throu-ghhis study room. He walked
towards us and flopped on the couch beside
me.
Just then, a scene with some gory details
appeared on the screen and Evan stiffened
beside me. “Why in God’s name are you
showing that to my daughter?” He asked,
sounding horrified.
“What? Cara likes horror movies. Don’t you,
Cara?” I asked and she nodded.
“Kids shouldn’t watch such movies. Turn it off.”
He ordered and attempted to steal the remote
out of my hands but failed because I ducked in
time.
“Come on, Evan. I used to watch horror movies
and I turned out fine.” I reasoned but he didn’t
loosen his frown. “Wait, don’t tell me you’re
scared?”
“Why would I be scared?” He blubbered,
defending himself but the look on his face
said otherwise.
“Then come on, watch the movie with us.” I
challenged.
“I’m not stupid.” He blurted dryly.
“Yes, you’re not stupid. You’re scared.” I teased
him and his jaw clenched.
“Fine.” He glowered at me.
I turned to Cara to high-five her but instead,
found her eyes drooped and her face sleepy.
Evan offered to take her to her room and he
returned after a minute to complete my
challenge. I turned off the lights once again
and we settled on the couch.
The movie started again and Evan focused his
attention on the TV screen. He looked hot in
the black T-shirt he was wearing, his messy
hair adding to his appeal. I smiled and turned
my attention to the movie.
The minute a horror scene appeared on the
screen, Evan scooted closer to me
unknowingly. I suppressed my smile and
watched as his jaw ticked uncontrollably.
“Are you scared?” I asked.
“Not at all,” he gulped, watching the pale ghost
of the kid with wide-ned eyes.
I smi-rked and continued shifting my gaze
between the screen and my husband’s face. He
won’t admit it but he looked scared as hell. He
was surely not a horror movie kind of person
and it was evident from his face.
The movie was going on normally when all of
a sudden, something horrid appeared on the
screen and Evan jumped in his seat, gripping
my shoulder in his vice grip. He looked away
from the screen and clenched his eyes.
“Who the fu-ck watches this kind of movies?”
He whined with a contorted face.
“Admit it Evan, you’re scared.” I smi-rked.
“Fine, I am scared. Happy?” He sighed, glaring
at me with his piercing blue eyes.
“See, was it that difficult?” I asked and laced
my fingers with his. “Come on, scoot closer.
You won’t feel scared.”
“No thanks.” He said.
“Ssshhh,” I said and pulled him closer with his
arm which was a difficult task considering the
strength difference between us. I wrapped the
blanket ti-ghtly around both of us and snak-ed
my arm around his wai-st.
“Are we cuddling?” He stared at me with an
amused look on his face.
“Maybe.” I said and rested my head on his
arm.
“Well, if we are, we should do it properly.” He
said and then shifted on the couch to make
himself comfortable. He then tugged me along
himself in such a way that we both ended up
half-lying on the couch, with me sandwiched
between his arms and his legs. I blus-hed ha-rd
at our inti-mate position when he rested his
chin on my shoulder and ti-ghtened his hold
around my wai-st. Thankfully, the couch was
way too big for both of us. “Now that’s better.”
He whispered in my ears from behind and
covered us with the blanket.
“Shut up,” I said, blus-hing profusely and shifted
in his lap.
“Whatever you say,” he whispered again
teasingly, right next to my ears. “Just don’t
move much. Some parts of me would get too
excited.”
When I finally un-derstood what he meant by
some ‘parts’, my embarras-sment reached the
peak and my face felt like it was close to
exploding.
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*TO BE CONTINUED