登入She watched the young women startle and immediately scattered back to their duties. But the truth was, she hadn't heard a word they'd said. Their voices had been nothing but a dull hum beneath the roaring in her ears. However, she knows for sure they were talking about her. Her eyes clouded with unshed tears, and her chest felt heavy—like someone had filled her lungs with stones. She blinked rapidly, desperately, refusing to let the tears fall. Not here at work, she can't be crying at work. "How can I ever see Lena to ask for her forgiveness?" The thought came like a stabbing idea in her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut, and the memories of the last time she was with Lena came back. That night. The rain had been pounding against the windows. Lena had shown up on her doorstep, drenched and desperate, her mascara running down her cheeks like black tears. "Julia, please, you have to believe me. He's lying. I would never—" But Julia hadn't listened. She'd bee
Julia stood frozen behind the counter, her fingers trembling slightly as she gripped the edge of the counter. Felicia sighed. "Look,Julia... I know you're in disbelief. Just because you think it can't be possible doesn't mean it's not Lena. I had my doubts too, but you can't deny that woman looks exactly like Lena." She showed Julia the picture again. Julia's heart hammered against her ribs as she forced herself to look away. "I am the closest person to her," Julia whispered, her voice cracking with an emotion. "But maybe you don't notice the little things about her like I did. That's not the Lena I know. There's a difference." Felicia tilted her head. "Well, it's been a year and she is not wearing kitchen apron. So what do you mean by a difference? Good or bad difference?" "Good difference," Julia admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I guess there's a possibility it's really Lena." Felicia crossed her arms triumphantly, a victorious grin spreading across her fac
“I’m a fan of the popular hot Model, Silver Adams. I’ve been following the rumors about him dating this plus-size woman name Lena."Aria said."As a plus-size girly myself, it felt like a huge win to me. When I showed Felicia the pictures, she swore the woman was the divorcee who used to work here. I’m trying to tell her it can’t be the same person. This woman is supposed to be a chef at one of the best schools in Paris, and she’s also Silver Adams’s manager. From what I’ve gathered, her family is old money.” Felicia rolled her eyes, already pulling out her phone. She scrolled quickly, then thrust the screen toward Julia. “Look. Is this not Lena? And doesn’t Silver Adams look a lot like that biker guy she was seeing while she was still married? I’m certain it’s them. They went viral at the Paris Gala a few weeks ago." Julia’s hands froze mid-motion. She set the half-shaped pastry down carefully, wiped her palms on her apron, and walked around the counter. Her heart had be
AUTHOR'S POV (NEW LOCATION — USA)The café was quiet that morning and Julia was the only one insideBusy at the bakery as always.Outside, the street was still half-asleep; inside, the air smelled of butter, yeast, and the faint citrus of the lemon tarts she had just finished glazing. It had been a full year since Gabi left and a young lady named Aria had took her place. A year since Lena also stopped walking through that door. Julia had expected the absence to dull with time. Instead it had only sharpened. Every ingredient seemed determined to remind her of the friend she was shared the bakery with. Julia pressed a batch of dough into neat rounds and tried not to let her mind wander too far. But it wandered anyway. *Where is she now? Where could she be? Is she alive, or dead?* That was the questions that kept tormenting Julia every time she thought of Lena. She had expected to see Lena again but it's been a year and the last time Julia had seen her, Lena had cli
His face was etched with disappointment. How am I going to explain this to him? "...Did you just—" "NO!" I shrieked, yanking the sheet over my head. "NO, I DID NOT FART. IT WAS SOMETHING ELSE. I SWEAR." Tarzan sat up, his expression stern. "Lena—I'm disappointed." I slowly lowered the sheet, peeking out. "With me?" "No. With me," he replied. "Huh?" "I filled you so well… how is there air trapped in there? Hmm… maybe I need to adjust my technique next time." Did he just say air trapped inside me? "What are you saying?! You think it's impossible for air to be inside me? Do you have any idea how stretched open I was? And how long it took for everything to snap back after you pulled out?!" I snapped. "Oh… I guess that can happen," he chuckled nervously. Another one escaped. I clapped both hands over my mouth, eyes wide. Tarzan fought a losing battle against a grin. "It's okay, baby… you look startled." "Get out of this room!" I burst into tears of pure
My body was soaked with his sweat as he drove in and out of me like I was made for nothing else. I could barely feel my insides anymore—wasn't sure my organs were still in their proper places. "Since you asked for it… here it comes." He growled the words, then slammed home one final time and came with a raw, animal roar. His hips jerked violently as he emptied himself inside me. Thick, scalding pulses flooded me—so much of it that I felt every heavy spurt, the pressure building until I was certain I couldn't take another drop. He kept grinding deep, milking every last bit into me, his cock throbbing hard against my cervix while he groaned my name. "Fuck… Lena… take it… take all of it, baby—" His arms finally gave out. He collapsed over my back, chest heaving, sweat-slick skin sealed to mine, still buried to the hilt. I sighed at the heat of him inside me—so warm, so thick, already beginning to leak around the base of his cock where we were joined. A slow gush of his cum slid out
You will never truly understand heartbreak until it comes from the same man who once adored you—who protected you, who loved you without hesitation. “What’s the number?” My husband’s voice came from the doorway. I flinched and looked up. That’s how sad my life had become—the usual routine of ste
I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering against my ribs.Tarzan just sat there, arms crossed over that broad chest, the black nose mask and cap making him look more like a celebrity dodging paparazzi than a cousin paying a visit.Oh God, make him play along. Please.My marriage is about to be restored
LENA'S POV What a day... I drifted through the rest of my shift like a shadow, barely present. Julia and the girls noticed. They gently pulled me aside and told me to take a break—they'd cover for me, they wouldn't say anything to the boss since she's still on maternity leave. I whispered a sh
LENA'S POVMy cheeks were still warm long after we pulled apart.The kiss had been soft, almost reverent, yet it left my racing in a wild, joyful rhythm I couldn’t quite tame. I buried my face deeper into the enormous bouquet he’d brought me, inhaling the sweet, heady fragrance of fresh roses and







