جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 60

ALICE His lips felt warm and heavy against mine, tasting faint of the liquor he had been drinking. The kiss was slow, deep, and steady, taking away every single bit of air left in my lungs. My mind screamed at me to pull away, to push against his broad chest. But as his hand moved from my wrist up to the small of my back, pressing my body tight against his chest, my hands betrayed my own thoughts. They reached up on their own, wrapping around his broad shoulders to hold onto him. I let out a soft breath right into his mouth, my knees going weak under the sudden weight of his touch. Why was I letting him do this? Why was I giving in to a moment like this? Devon pulled his face back just an inch, his warm breath brushing against my skin in the cool night air. A low smirk touched his lips as he looked down at me, his gaze fixed on my face. "You are not fighting me, cupcake," he murmured, his voice low, rough, and teasing. "Where did all that fierce confidence go?" I swallowed

ALICEI pulled the hood of my grey hoodie over my head to cover part of my face, adjusting the dark sunglasses over my eyes. I wanted to be sure that no one walking past the glass window would recognize me. I pulled the zipper all the way up to my chin and took a long sip from my banana smoothie."Are you sure you are comfortable dressed like that?" Brea asked, staring across the small table at me with a sympathetic look.I gave a small nod. "I am fine. I just do not want anyone taking pictures of me without my permission and posting them online."She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I miss those old days when we would sit in the cafe almost all day, just talking without you having to worry about any of this fame stuff.""Those days are gone," I told her, my voice quiet.Brea let out a sigh, resting her hands on the wooden table. "So, you said on the phone that you had something to tell me. What is it?"Hearing her ask about it made my stomach tighten. I had to remind myself to st

DEVONI stood in front of the mirror staring at my reflection as I buttoned my shirt. The dull ache in my head had gone down a bit, just enough to remind me of the decision I made the previous day. Why did I think taking alcohol would make me forget what happened between Alma and me?I brushed my hand through my wet hair and walked over to sit on the bed. A small smile touched my lips when I remembered the moment I had with Alice. She must've thought I was completely knocked out by the drink and didn't know what I was doing.The fact that she allowed me to touch her, the feeling of having myself inside of her, and hearing her moan my name, it was enough to wipe out the thought of whatever happened with Alma. I was glad it did.The ringing tone of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I stood up, walked over to grab the phone off the nightstand, and stared at the screen before I answered the call."Devon, are you there?" Alma’s voice came through in a soft, tired tone when I didn't sa

ALICE"Alice, what happened?" my mom mumbled as she slowly opened her eyes. She looked toward my direction as I held her hand in mine."You are in a hospital," I told her with a small, gentle smile. "You fainted back at the store, and we had to bring you here."She let out a breath, as she tried to sit up in the bed. "What about the boutique? I need to go back and check what needs to be done to fix this misunderstanding.""No, Mom, please," I said, standing up to press my hands against her shoulders to keep her still. "The doctor said your blood pressure is high. You need to rest and stop worrying."She rested her back against the pillows, her chest moving with heavy breaths. "How can I rest when someone is out there trying to ruin my boutique?" She sniffled, and it broke my heart to see her in such a weak state.I had sat beside her bed for almost an hour, hoping and praying that she would wake up soon. But deep in my heart, I could not get rid of the dull pain in my chest when I tho

ALICE I rested my hand flat on my chest as I stared up at the dark ceiling. My mind ran through every possible move I could make to save my mom's boutique. The fact that they had to close it for the day because of the angry crowd made me even more worried about what would happen the next day. I had to do something to stop the boutique from shutting down for good. I bit my lower lip, lost in deep thought. My body felt weak from exhaustion, but I forced my brain to keep working, trying to come up with a solid plan. First, if the identity of the person who posted that lie online could be tracked down and interrogated, it would be much easier for the cops to arrest the person who paid him to do it. That would give us proof. With that evidence in hand, I could step forward, call out the Steven family, and expose their dirty tricks to the public. I turned over on the bed, laying on my side as I pulled the blanket up to my chin. A sharp pain throbbed against my temple, reminding me