บททั้งหมดของ Spicy Desires : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

About twenty minutes later into the morning, Joan picked up a fresh cup of coffee and inhaled slowly. She took a slow sip and moaned in relief. Patricia and Ryan were finally here, moving behind the counter with their usual practiced ease, and the café had settled into its late-morning rhythm. Orders kept on coming in, soft conversations were going on, and the rush easing into something almost peaceful for her.Vick had been waiting for about 20 minutes now.She glanced toward the corner table by the window. He was sitting exactly at the spot he'd claimed. She has to go see him because it wouldn't be nice to keep him waiting for too long. She poured a new fresh cup of coffee and started to go to his table.As if sensing her, Vick lifted his head from his phone.His eyes locked onto hers instantly.Joan’s breath faltered.He didn’t look away as she walked toward him. Didn’t pretend to be distracted. His gaze followed her every step, slow and intent, like he was watching a fashion sho

"Stop? Stop? You started this! You should have thought of the consequences of your actions" He backhanded her across the face, the ring on his finger giving her a slice along her cheek. Blood welled up on the spot.Hannah tasted copper in her mouth. Her vision blurred, but she could still see how furious he was. Whimpers left her mouth because she could barely shout or describe the numbness she was feeling all over. This was what she always goes through whenever things don't go his way.This was his way of showing love and dominance… as he had said some timeNot giving her any space, he grabbed her by the throat, squeezing tightly that she felt her breath cutting and spat in her face "Fucking die bitch. Come on…" Hannah clawed at his hand, nails digging into his skin, but he only tightened his grip. Black spots danced in her vision. She kicked futilely, her heels drumming against the bed. With a roar, he released her throat and punched her in the stomach again and the air whooshed o

Around 5 p.m. that Saturday, the sun had already begun its slow descent behind the city skyline, painting the streets in warm amber and lengthening shadows. Joan stood on the curb outside their home building, clutching the small crossbody bag she’d chosen after changing outfits like three times. She had finally settled on a simple navy midi dress that showed her curves without clinging too much, paired with low block heels and the silver hoop earrings Patricia had given her for her twenty-first birthday. She flagged down a yellow cab that slowed almost immediately. The driver, a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and tired eyes, rolled down the passenger window.“Where to, miss?”“Glacier Villa” Joan said, hoping that the man would even know where it is. The man’s eyebrows shot up. He let out a low whistle and shook his head slowly. “Glacier Villa? Do you live there? If no, I can’t take you there”Joan blinked confused. “Why not?”“It’s a private area. No commercial vehicles

After he’d shown her every other part of the house, he saved the best… or perhaps the most intimate… for last.Vick pushed open the door at the end of the long hallway with a gentle nudge. “And this comes to the end of the tour. This is my room”He guided her inside with his hand still on the small of her back. Joan stepped in and stopped short.The room was enormous… almost the size of her mother's entire living room and kitchen combined… but it was cozy and warm. She didn't know a man would have such time to make his room so homey and comfortable. Men like everything plain and simple… but this was far from being plain.Joan turned in a slow circle. “Wow” she breathed “You decorated this room yourself?”“Grace did” he said simply, as though she should already know who grace wasJoan tilted her head. “Grace is your…”“My mom” A small, fond smile tugged at his mouth. “She prefers we address her by her name”“Oh.” Joan laughed softly “Me and my sister sometimes call our mom by her name

Charlotte pushed through the front door of her apartment with so much urgency. It's been a long day with endless hours at the hospital and her shoulders ached, her lower back felt knotted into iron, and even her eyelids seemed heavy. She dropped her bag by the door without bothering to hang it, kicked off her sneakers, and shuffled straight to the living room couch.She collapsed face-first onto the cushions, letting out a long, defeated sigh. The fabric was cool against her cheek, but it did nothing for the tension coiled in every muscle. If only she could teleport to a spa right now and have someone work on her stiff muscles… but it was past eight, and no place would take a walk-in without an appointment. She sighed again and gently rolled off the couch onto the rug.The carpet was soft under her stomach. She stretched her arms out in front of her, cheek pillowed on one forearm, and closed her eyes. Or if only she could just sleep right that moment… but that wasn't coming forth ei