Cherry And Joe Novels & Stories

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"

I'm Cherry, by the way," she opened her bag, taking out a camera and several lenses, starting to set it up without taking her eyes off both of us. " I'm Rose and I have someone who always reminds me of that." I sighed, looking away. Why can't I stop missing him? After my conversation with Josh the anger I was feeling started to subside a bit, seeing things from his point of view I had to admit that I needed to talk to Christian more than ever. " 'I hope you talk to him for once,' Josh commented as Cherry positioned herself to take the first photo. " Him? " she looked at the first picture " it's official, I'm going to take hundreds of pictures of you.”

"Don't worry, I'll eat those peach tarts too. So you don't feel guilty eating your pie." Logan and Joy ate, sitting next to each other. Joy nibbled on her salad and Logan munched on the pastry. The sauces inside leaked and he felt guilty licking his thumb, but Joy wouldn't let him touch her salad. They finished their meals with sweet peach custard tarts and a cup of grape juice. "How's your sessions going?" Joy asked with her mouth full of peaches. Logan thought she looked unbelievably cute with her cheeks ballooned up. "Is it helping you?"

"Be with you in a minute, kiddo." Lucas and I took a seat in the chairs by the door. The leather coated cushion sank with a whiff of air as I parked my bottom on it. I watched Joe finish the butterfly on the woman's back with his tongue curled out as he focused. His tattooed muscles contracted as he finished the fine details. When he was done, he bandaged her, and left her to check herself out. He made his way towards me with his usual serious expression. "What can I do for you, Cherry Bomb?"

Cherry smiled as he tugged a hair strand behind her ears. "Of course, gorgeous lady, it's you..." Dave had dressed up and was eagerly waiting. They had planned to go to the event at seven and it was already 6: 45. They will be late if they don't leave right now. "Are you not done yet, Cherry?" He walked back into the room and stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened in disbelief and jaw almost dropped on the floor. He had no words to say. Is Cherry a magician?? This is just insane...!! **********

Swallowing hard, I take the drink from him. So uncomfortable but not completely undesirable. It’s too much! “Cherry knew Jayden from high school in London. When she was fifteen, she told me she had a crush on him, but, and I quote in her words Women shouldn’t make a move on the men they are interested in… The men ought to make the first move.” Wait what… My eyes move back to him again, and my jaw almost drops. Firstly, he knew Cherry when she was fifteen?! That explains Mr Ken!