Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rotten Fruit Tastes Sweetest : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

SIENNA'S POV“You and Dad just got divorced three years ago, and now you're getting remarried?” I shuddered a yell before I could handle it. Mom's eyes ached with disbelief. She never believed I could be this way towards her but I just had to let her know the truth. “This is so petty!” I shook my head, rubbing my forehead as I leaned against the kitchen counter. A migraine was near. “Sienna, dear.” She moved closer, placing a hand on my shoulder as she tried to calm me but I shoved her hand off. I knew better. She was only trying to buy sympathy and I wasn't going to fall for it I stood, facing her now with my arms folded across my chest. “Don't you think you should focus on winning Dad back rather than getting into another marriage? It's too early.” She snorted, crossing her arms. “Of course you'd say that. Look, it's high time you stopped playing Daddy's girl.” “We can always try, Mom.” I held her hands, searching her eyes for any sign of hope but there was none.

SIENNA'S POV Senorita. The name made my skin crawl. It sounded sweet—too sweet but I didn't fail to notice the chaos it held. “Stop holding back and give daddy full authority.” He said in that same husky voice and at that moment, I lost every restriction holding me back. “Mmm.” I moaned in his mouth as he crashed his mouth onto mine, leaving no room to breathe. His kiss silenced my thoughts, commanding and deep. I lost every ounce of sense in me. All I had in my mind was getting that one long-time dream fulfilled—fucking Soren. “Do you want this?” He had barely completed his words when I nodded. “You're sure?” He grinned slyly, a mischievous smile curving at the edge of his lips. “Fucking sure.” I wrapped my arms around his back, tighter this time. His hand found its way into my shirt, crawling up. I felt shivers as he made contact with my bare skin. It was cold, chilly, and warm at the same time. He squeezed my boobs through my bra for some minutes, tickli

Chapter Six—WantSIENNAThere was a knock at the door, and when I opened it, I was stunned to see the person standing there.Simon—he was right before me, his lips wide with a smile.I grinned awkwardly, rubbing my sweaty palms together. “What are you doing here?”“Well,” he sighed, “why don't you let me in first, cheeky?” The moment he pinched my cheek, I nearly choked.“S...Simon,” I stammered.“I’m waiting. I’ll only go in when you tell me to.” He tucked his hands in his pockets, standing obediently and waiting for my ‘permission.’“Of course!” I opened the door wider, my other hand scratching the back of my head.“Thank you.”He walked in, his eyes roaming over the whole place. I bit my fingers, deep in thought, wondering if I was doing the right thing.“You still haven't told me why you're here, Simon.” My question broke the silence. He didn’t answer; instead, he gave a compliment.“You've got a beautiful house here.”I flashed him a fake smile. “I know, right?”“Yeah.” His eyes