Forbidden Fruit Taste So Sweet

WilderIf life were a circus, I always imagined women as the beautiful and notorious ringleaders. Mischievous and charming enough to make men jump through hoops of fire, but now I've found a second type of woman—the crazy one who tells you to hold her beer before she jumps through the ring of fire by herself.Daria Withers is that type of woman—fearless, beautiful, and daring, like a lioness, even though she is supposedly a nun.Damn, I can't believe I kissed nun! Our kiss must have been Daria's first experience with a man if she is a real nun, yet she blew my mind.That woman, the only way to describe her is by saying WOW in capitalized letters. She came in like a storm, straddled my lap, and breathed fast before her soft lips made contact with mine.She set magical colors to my otherwise dull world with her mouth. My eyes snapped up into her face, and there she was, so beautiful and untamed that I couldn't even think straight.

DariaMy head is spinning after being hit by the front of a Volvo, but I'm not dead or injured. I'm lying on my back while this stranger, an older woman, is scanning me for wounds with darting eyes. Worry is written all over her face.But I can't take in the rest of her features.I'm having a hard time focusing. For a long time, I'm just watching the birch trees sway from side to side in this ghostly way. A headache is building behind my temples, but my tumor has made me accustomed to pain. I don't mind it that much.With slouchy movements, I turn my attention to the lady. She is wearing a purple shawl over clean white clothes. Her skin is tanned dark from too much time in the sun, and her lips are wrinkly from what I can only assume is years of smoking. But she is omitting this kindness, and her brown eyes are as warm as chocolate on a snowy day."Are you hurt anywhere?" She asks."No..." I take a deep, calming breath. There is no reason to

DariaI can no longer keep count of the number of restaurants I've entered and asked for a job. My luck is poor, and it seems no one wants to hire a girl wearing oversized clothes from the 70ies.All the restaurant owners glanced me over, regarding me as non-worthy because I'm not following the trend. Skinny, pretty girls with false lashes, push-up bras, and fillers in their lips are running the cashier registers everywhere.Sighing, I peer up at the last restaurant where I'm going to ask for a job. It's a tall impressive building for snobs. The customers walking in and out seem rich, and I hesitate by the door, wondering if the staff will throw me out before I even utter a sentence.I lick my lips and spin around when I hear a light chuckle behind me."Nervous?"A woman holding a cigarette is smiling while lighting it. She does it between her fingers and blows out some smoke, making her dark curls fall over her amused eyes.She is be

DariaWhen Wilder and his butler have left with their coffee, Brooklyn comes walking back to me with her jaw slacking. Disbelief is inscribed in her appearance. She probably didn't expect me to know Wilder, the guy who she has been talking non-stop about this entire morning. Unlike me, Brooklyn watches The Dragon Throne. I suspect she has this slight crush on Wilder."You should have told me!" Her lips are twitching into this giddy smile, and I roll my eyes as she stalks closer. A hand lands on my shoulder, and her lips brush near my ears. She whispers saucily at me, hungry for answers. "So, are you like friends or ex-lovers? You can tell me, Daria, I know how to keep a secret."I giggle. "We are nothing like that!"There have been plenty of times I've caught myself playing sweet reveries of Wilder kissing me again, but I know those are only daydreams. Nothing will happen between the two of us. He is this unattainable flower at the peak of the highest mou

Daria The night is passing slowly. I'm sitting by the bar, enjoying my break, while glancing at Wilder's table. The blonde girl is hugging his bicep with both her arms tightly knit around it—who is she? I heard someone in their company call her Evelyn. Gosh, even her name sounds like a daydream. She is way prettier than me and probably an actress. The woman has that slim body that says I-count-every-single-calorie-that-I-eat, and I realize it's none of my business who Wilder flirts with, but come on, he gave me a phone! How fast do these actors move on? Irritated, I keep slurping on my coca-cola with a straw until finally, a door opens and reveals the dancefloor. Jessica, the woman who pushed me the salver earlier, smiles at me from behind the counter. I wouldn't say I liked Jessica at first, but the woman is growing on me. She takes the job seriously, and after having seen me in action, she decided I was worthy of her respect. "You've