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Sweetness Amid Scandal
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2025-09-12 07:12:54SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
When I got home that evening, exhaustion clung to me like a second skin. Work had drained me, meetings had stretched endlessly, and honestly, all I wanted was a hot shower and maybe a nap before thinking about anything else. But the second I opened the door, the scent of warm chocolate hit me. Cookies. Cakes. Sweet frosting. I blinked, actually wondering if I’d walked into the wrong house. But then I heard his voice. “Welcome home, Seirra.” There he was—Liam Foster—in my living room, standing smugly with a plate in his hand and flour still dusting his shirt like he’d wrestled with the dough itself. His smile was boyish, unguarded, and it made me melt right there by the door. “You… baked?” I tilted my head, trying to stifle the giggle bubbling in my throat. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, trying to sound serious, but his dimples betrayed him. “I wanted to
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