Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Kabanata 431 - Kabanata 440

Queen Alyssa was not what Emma expected. Even after Jake told her it would not be like meeting Queen Elizabeth, she still held onto the thought of having to walk down a long carpet in a throne room and curtsying at the end without making a fool of herself. It didn’t happen like that at all. First of all, there was no throne room. Emma had eventually chosen her favorite Donna Karan navy blue skirt suit with a yellow satin blouse. It was a couple of years old now, but to her it was new. She’d picked it up in a consignment store for a bargain price and she always felt confident when she wore it. Jake’s suit was navy blue too and then she’d panicked that they were too matchy-matchy but he hadn’t let her change, assuring her no one would even notice. She didn’t know about that, women noticed fashion and she had no doubt the queen would know that her suit was several years out of date and that the blue of her suit was almost the exact same blue as Jake’s. Emma had fidgeted in the

Jonathon huffed out a sigh. It was the same advice his friends had given him but something was holding him back. Exposing Liam—if it was indeed Liam—meant exposing himself as well. It meant coming clean to Emma and he wasn’t quite ready for that. At the moment when she looked at him, it was because she was attracted to him, the man. It would kill him to see her eyes change when she looked at him and saw only his money. “There’s more to this that you’re not saying,” Alyssa said. He exhaled roughly. “Yeah,” he said. “And it has to do with Emma.” “I’m hesitant to expose the imposter until I know his real reasons. I want to know what motivated him to do it.” Alyssa stared him down with an assessing gaze. “And this has nothing to do with Emma?” Was he so transparent? “Of course not.” “You’re lying again,” she said. “But my chocolate really is good,” he countered, “and you wouldn’t want to do anything that might…hamper your supply.” Will chu

So here’s a graph showing roasting temperatures, roasting times, and the flavor profiles you applied to each batch,” Emma said. She had never realized just how much went into making chocolate. It wasn’t the magical mystery tour that Charlie and the Chocolate Factory promised. “And this graph shows the region and environmental factors for each of the cacao beans that we’ve tested.” Emma now knew more about the chocolate-making process than she ever wanted to know. It was like looking behind the wizard’s curtain and finding a man riding a bicycle to power some great illusion. Who knew that rainfall soil acidity and the time of year the cocoa pods were harvested all added to—or subtracted from—the final finished product? That was all before it even got to the Ashby factory where the roasting, grinding, and conching process also had a major impact on the taste. The last few days had been spent doing small batch roasts of different blends of beans in order for Jake to adjust the wh

If he held her a little tighter on the way home and his kisses were more desperate, then it was just because he wanted to make the most of their last night together. By unspoken agreement, Emma had moved her things into the master bedroom with him and she had spent every night in his bed. Tonight was no different. They held hands as they climbed the stairs and he took his time undressing her as she stood in the soft lamp-light beside the bed. He took his time memorizing every curve and dip on her body. He imprinted the feel of her skin on his mind as he touched stroked and caressed. He laid her down on the bed and drank in the sight of her as he undressed. He didn’t know how he would ever get his fill of looking at her. Naked, he crawled onto the bed beside her and ran a finger over her skin, following the path with his tongue. He moved down her body, finding her soft, wet center, and settled himself to feast. Her raspy breaths drove him on. The tugs on his hair and the way she ro

It had been a week since they returned from Merveille and Jonathon was still feeling out of sorts. Against his better judgment, but to the absolute delight of his cock, he and Emma had kept up their clandestine affair. He couldn’t get enough of her, even if he knew it only made the inevitable end more painful. When they were together he could forget she would never see him as anything more than just a fling. When they were together he could live in the fantasy where she felt the same way he felt about her. “Who the fuck stole your cookie?” Declan asked as he slid into the chair beside Jonathon. Despite his friends’ new relationship statuses, they still made time to have a boys’ night as often as they could. The girls had their own version that usually ended up with them far drunker than the boys, all except Chloe who had abstained due to her burgeoning pregnancy…which was no more. “How’s life as a dad?” Jonathon asked, pushing aside his dark thoughts. Declan’s face crea