Country Song Sweet Tea の小説・ストーリー

But that was the sweet spot I needed. “You got ten minutes?” I asked, reaching for a bottle of coconut water on the table. She narrowed her eyes. “If you’re about to ask me to bail you out of some stupid Uptown bar fight again—” “No, no. Business talk.” I leaned on the counter, legs crossed at the ankle. “Actually... Maddox business talk.” Her expression changed. She walked toward the glass window, still towel-wrapped, back to me. “What about Maddox?”

Why was he assuming my boss was a 'he'? I laughed, knowing exactly what he meant. It was funny how we had this weird code for the guys we met or, in some cases, had been involved with. SB was Sexy Boy, HB was Hot Boy, PF was Perfect Fantasy, F* was Fuck Boy, and FTB stood for "Fun to Be With". FTP was using for the kind of guys who brought out your wild side. "Come on, tell me," he insisted, lightly tapping my chest. I smirked, Silvio’s face flashing in my mind, especially the memory of his shirt, unbuttoned just enough to bless my eyes with the sight of his chest. And I wasn’t kidding when I said he looked sexy.

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.

The attempt to sound cheerful worked this time, but the sadness in her voice was something I wouldn't miss. "You woke up early," I noted. "Smells good." She giggled. "Nothing great. Just toast bread, scrambled eggs, and sausages. Want coffee?" "Love to. Thank you." She liked making me a cup of coffee whenever I was at home, not that I complained, but her coffee was addictive. She got the right taste I needed for my coffee. When I was at work, I was looking for the taste of her coffee. That alone made me frustrated.

" Are you sure? We can still wait o." " Yes ma, I'm sure, it's been a long day, I'll be going home." I said and she agreed to let me go. There wasn't much she could do though. I bade my goodnights before starting on the dark road home. Humming to the 'cup song', soon I sang the actual lyrics. I got my ticket for the long way 'round Two bottle o' whiskey for the way And I sure would like some sweet company And I'm leavin' tomorrow, what do you say?

"Win~" my sister, Ming called me leaning onto my side. "What are we watching?" I asked. "Disney!!!!" she cheered her attention again on the TV as she pressed the play button. "Are you sad?" Mick asked from the other side. "Very," I mumbled. "Is Bright rejecting you?" Mesa, who was sitting on my lap asked. "Don't ask things like that silly!" Mick scolded her hitting her head. "Bright won't do that!" little Ming spoke giving me a toothy smile.

“Still got that fire in you. The kind that used to get us both in trouble.” She laughed, crossing her arms to hide her hardening nipples. “And you still got that smirk that makes smart girls do dumb things.” They talked for hours while the storm raged. He sat on the old leather couch in a borrowed t-shirt that stretched tight across his shoulders and shorts that hung low on his narrow hips. Mia made sweet tea with extra lemon, the tart scent mixing with the rain. They reminisced about sneaking out to the bayou, catching crawfish, and the time he punched a bully who grabbed her ass at the high school fair.

She didn't like to stay alone in the apartment when she was in her teens, she would tail me around in the office every day when she was done with school. Until one day she shyly mentioned to me that she wanted to be a sugar baby. And that she was still a virgin. I was livid, we argued back and forth for months until I finally gave up. Now she was one of our top-ranked sugar babies. And obviously, Mr. Davis would only want the best. They looked like a happy couple, she was very beautiful and he looked very handsome. His hold on her was possessive. He would some time gave her kisses on her forehead, her cheek, her naked shoulder and they would hold hands, then she would reciprocate by kissing

A waiter soon slipped through the door bearing a tray holding a bottle of Chardonnay and wine flutes. "Hello, good evening." He greeted as he walked towards them. "My name is Theo. And I would be your waiter for tonight." He carefully placed the tray on the table and straightened back up with the Chardonnay bottle in his hand. "Good evening, Theo." Reese said, a smile curling on her lips. Theo popped the champagne and filled the two glasses. Picking one of the glasses up, he handed it to Reese. "This is for you, beautiful."

Her voice was soft, but her eyes were full of disgust. I tilted my head and gave her a bright smile. Then, I knocked on the table and called out, "Waiter, bring me a bottle of Rémy Martin!" Albert glared at me immediately and questioned, "Can you even handle something that strong?" "I'll take it home for my dad to try if I can't finish it." I grinned widely. His hands clenched into a fist, but with so many people watching, he could only force a fake smile. "As long as it doesn't go to waste."