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Sickness
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2026-06-17 09:10:04
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Taste Like Forbidden What If We Were Meant To Be
I couldn't even remember driving home. One minute I was standing in Riley's bedroom watching Mila brush hair away from her face like it was the most natural thing in the world, and the next I was pulling into my underground parking garage with my jaw locked so tight it hurt. The entire drive was a blur of red lights, traffic, and frustration. I kept replaying the same image over and over again. Riley reaches for Mila hand. Not mine.By the time I stepped into my penthouse, I was already annoyed with myself. The place was exactly the way I had left it that morning—clean, expensive, quiet. Usually I liked the silence. But tonight it felt suffocating. I loosened my tie, poured myself a drink, and walked over to the windows overlooking the city. The skyline stretched endlessly beneath me, all glass and light and money. Normally it reminded me why I worked so hard. Tonight it just reminded me how fucking empty everything felt.My phone buzzed against the counter. Cassie.I ignored it. A
Taste Like Forbidden What Are We?
The knock came again. Slower and heavier this time. Not impatient or angry but certain. I stared at the door while my phone lit up beside me again with Jayson’s name across the screen. My head was still buried in Mila’s lap, fever making everything feel too warm and too far away at the same time. The apartment smelled faintly like medicine, lavender lotion, and the soup Mila had forced me to eat earlier. “You want me to get rid of him?” she asked softly, fingers still tangled in my hair. I swallowed. Part of me did. The other part — the messy, self-destructive part — wanted to see if he actually came because he cared or because he couldn’t stand losing control of me. Another knock echoed through the apartment. Mila sighed quietly. “Yeah, okay. That’s definitely not a man planning to leave anytime soon.” I let out a weak laugh that turned into a cough. “Don’t die before I open the door,” she muttered. “That would be super inconvenient for me emotionally.” She carefully moved my
Taste Like Forbidden Sickness
I woke up feeling like death had run me over twice. My body was burning up and freezing at the same time. My head felt like someone was hammering nails into it. I tried to sit up but the room spun so bad I had to lie back down with a groan. “Fuck… my life,” I muttered. My phone was blowing up on the nightstand. Missed calls from Jayson. Texts too. I didn’t even open them. I just turned the screen face down and closed my eyes again. I couldn’t deal with him right now. Not when I felt this weak. Absolutely not when my brain still felt overloaded from everything that happened the past few days. I must’ve drifted off again because the next time I woke up, it was darker in the room. My throat was dry as hell and my body ached like I’d run a marathon. I reached for my phone with shaky hands and typed a quick message to Mila: **Me:** *hey i’m fine don’t worry* I deleted it before sending it. I hated sounding weak. A few minutes later I heard the front door open. Only one person had a s
Taste Like Forbidden Her Man, My Side Guy.
The silence in my apartment was deafening. Mila was still sitting on the couch, eyes wide, like she’d just realized she pressed a nuclear button. Jayson stood frozen near the door, staring at us with a look I’d never seen on his face before — raw, conflicted, and pissed. I wiped my lips slowly, heart hammering, but I forced a smirk. “Well… that happened,” I said, voice light like I didn’t give a fuck. Jayson let out a short, humorless laugh like he couldn’t believe what he just saw. The sound did something weird to my chest. His eyes stayed locked on my mouth for a second too long before dragging back up to my face. Jealousy looked good on him. And honestly? A toxic little part of me enjoyed it. Maybe because I’d spent the entire morning staring at engagement photos that made me feel stupid and replaceable. For once… he looked just as messed up over me as I was over him. That realization alone felt dangerous. Mila let out a nervous laugh. “Okay… I’m way too drunk for whateve
Taste Like Forbidden The Drunk Bestie
My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. I was still in bed, half-asleep, when the notifications started flooding in. At first I ignored them, but curiosity won. I grabbed my phone and opened I*******m. The first post hit me like a slap. Cassie had posted a series of photos — her and Jayson at some fancy rooftop event last night. In one of them, he was slipping a massive diamond ring onto her finger while she smiled like she’d just won the lottery. The caption read: “Forever starts now 💍 #PowerCouple” I stared at the photos until my eyes burned. The worst part wasn’t even the ring. It was how normal they looked together. Cassie’s manicured hand rested perfectly against Jayson’s chest in one picture while he looked down at her with that calm, controlled expression he wore around the public. The comments were disgusting. Power couple goals. They’re literally made for each other. Obsessed with them. She finally locked down the billionaire prince. I scrolled harder, jaw tight. T
Taste Like Forbidden His Fiancé
I buried myself in work, forcing out chapter after chapter even when the words felt dried on the page. My apartment smelled permanently like coffee and takeout containers, and every time my phone buzzed with Jayson’s name, I either ignored it or replied hours later with cold, careless answers. At least, that’s what I wanted him to think. But in reality, I reread every message before answering. Pathetic right? I told myself this was necessary. Distance,control and a reminder that whatever was happening between us had crossed too many lines already. But every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the way he looked at me on that terrace, Like I was everything he ever wanted. That was the dangerous part. Not the sex, or secrecy. The feeling? Gosh, I hated it. By the third night, I was already spiraling. I ended up at the rooftop bar with Mila and a few of her friends, pretending I still knew how to have fun. Loud music pounded through the place while city lights glittered below us
Taste Like Forbidden Silence And Ache
Dave hadn't touched me for six days. Not a real touch—the kind that meant something. The kind that said *I love you* or *I forgive you* or *I still want you*. I moved around our house like a ghost in my own life, cooking meals he barely ate, asking about his day and getting one-word grunts in retu
Taste Like Forbidden The Same Old Fuck
I lay on my back staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles, the sheets already cooling under my ass. Dave was still breathing hard beside me, with one arm draped across my stomach like it always ended up. Another Tuesday night special — missionary for five minutes, a bit of clumsy fingering,
Taste Like Forbidden Our Happy Moment Together
Days blurred together after we got back home. Not bad blurred—just heavy. We were talking again, really talking, but not about the obvious thing. We'd sit up late over coffee that went cold, or I'd find Dave already at the kitchen table when I came down in the morning, like he'd been awake for hou
Taste Like Forbidden The Weight Of What We Did
I woke up to gray light bleeding through the curtains we forgot to close last night. My body felt destroyed in that specific way—sore in places that reminded me exactly what happened, muscles aching from positions and exertion I wasn't used to. The room was quiet except for the air conditioner's lo
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