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Omg! I'm sorry about the tittle Gary, but it just tickled my fingers to write it down... Gary: Right... mehh...I'm good . . . . I got to the hotel room stated on the keycard after a quick stop at the drugstore for condoms. Damn this sugar thing might have its perks, after all, no wonder all the babies are happy. Shit! I really must be in and out of this thing. I really don't want to get too comfortable and get sucked into this lifestyle.

Only one way to find out… "James?" "Yes, sweetheart." Sweetheart. His sweetheart. "Bite me. I need to feel you. I want you." "Grace." A groan. "You tempt me. I shouldn’t. Tell me to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself." He hissed.

He’d loved me. Until I dumped him. Sighing, I sank back against the vinyl booth and eyed the door. Maybe Wes was going to stand me up. A small, petty little way to get back at the girl who’d broken his heart. I picked up a packet of artificial sweetener and began shaking it. Around me, the stares were obvious. In the corner, Dottie Daniels, founding member of the Blue-Haired Biddies, sipped her tea and sent poisonous looks my way. For a nice old lady, she sure did have the evil eye down.

She thanked me, filled the sugar jar and put it back in place, poured a coffee, waved goodbye to me and was about to leave. "Hey, you didn't sweeten your coffee." I said, pointing to the sugar. "I like it black." She smiled and left. "Black, did you hear that." I said to Perfect and poured two mugs of coffee, sweetened mine and turned to him. "How many spoons for you?" "Idiot!" He frowned at me and took the mug that wasn't sweetened. "You know it's black!" Ah, something told me I needed to transfer to this department and have some fun!

Hi everyone, this is the first chapter of His Sweet Possession . It would be really interesting in the upcoming chapters. Hope you all enjoy it and make sure to give me feedback, and please do vote.😄 Have a great time reading 📚!!! ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡+☆+｡･ﾟ･+☆+｡･ﾟ･｡

So soft, calm, and soothing while he can be prancing furious tiger at the office sometimes. “She is a pervert!!!” Mike purposely craned his neck towards Jessica’s direction and spat it aloud. Annoyed, still, Jessica didn’t dare to talk back and dug low into the sofa-a scared cat. Then Mike’s attention dragged back to Sarah and he looked down at the half-empty ice cream tub in her hand. “What is this?” “Mint and chocolate chip cookies” Mike narrowed his eyes “I can see that!!! How are you supposed to sleep with that much sugar pumped in your body in the middle of the night?”

So by now the once full room is now almost empty with only myself, Maddox, the red whose name I didn't get, also another chick with dark brown hair and her friend I think and two other guys. I was about to leave the game when the bottle landed on me for the second time tonight. I looked up to see who was the person the end of the bottle was pointing too. Once my eyes met hers I was hypnotized by her syrupy orbs swirling within the emerald, dancing in harmony. She was the most mesmerizing, magnificent and gorgeous girl sitting in this room. I could see she was trying to hide herself with her long milk chocolate waves. Fuck she is extremely beautiful.

There was no escape—the trunk of the tree trapped me from sprinting away. The whole self-contained district was a dreamlike place for everyone. It was beautiful. Silent. Intimate. The people were welcoming and beyond hospitable. Ciara, my best friend, recommended me the place to breathe, to relax— the sweetest escape I could ever have—she said. And I thought, why not? I had been working like I had six families to feed. It was about time I looked after myself and had the time of my life.

“Finally. Someone who doesn’t worship at the altar.” He leans against the locker beside me, casual in posture but sharp in intent. “So tell me, Eva Sinclair. What do you want from Blackridge?” I keep my tone light. “An education?” “Try again.” He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t look away. His stare pins me like a butterfly, wings spread wide, nowhere to run. I grip my books tighter, my smile fixed. “Maybe I just want what everyone else wants.” “And what’s that?” “To survive.”

He didn't smell bad, but his shirt was wet with sweat, and he might get sick again. "No, Mommy. It's just too hot here," he replied and took a bite of the cupcake. Styx grabbed the shirt and helped our son wear it. I sat back on the bed and took a cupcake. The design was simple, but it looked delicious. There was chocolate syrup on top and some icing. I took a bite, and it tasted so good it was like the heavens sang. I gave him an approving sign. "Delicious." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss my temple. "Thank you."