Dave X John Lemon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Dave looked at me and started grinding from hear to hear and I wondered why he was doing that. Meanwhile, Damion said he'd get me the lemon. We finished at the restaurant and left. We stopped at a mall to get some lemons and when Damion handed them over to me I couldn't stop smiling. I would have started eating them right inside the car but he stopped me and said I should until we got home, so a maid could wash and slice them for me.

Sweet Pea Guun stood up, hands resting on the table, looked at her and asked, "Writer?" “No no no, no.” Lemon didn't know why Sweet Pea Guun suddenly asked like that, and was a bit flustered, hunched over to him, running away like a ghost, "Sweet Pea Guun, it's time, I'm off to work!" Sweet Pea Guun guessed that Lemon must be a reader of Brene Brian, perhaps he was on the internet sharing pictures of massage chairs, Lemon speculated whether or not he gave it.

Moon's POV "I'm glad to see you again, Moon." Dave said to me with his perverted smile. I faked a smile. "Hehehe... Hi." "Please have a seat," he said to me and Leon. I don't even know why but I don't really feel good being around this man. I feel like he has something up in his sleeves. He doesn't appear trustworthy to me.

"Great win on Saturday, Liam. That goal in the second period was something else. You really showed them who’s boss." I forced a smile. My mouth felt dry. "Thanks, Dave. It was a tough game." "What brings you to this boring part of campus?" Dave asked, leaning on the counter. "Did you lose your keys again? Or did someone steal your lucky stick?" I took a deep breath. I leaned in closer, keeping my voice low. "Actually, Dave, I need a favor. A big one." Dave’s smile faded a little. He looked around to make sure no one else was listening. "A favor? What kind of favor?"

John said with a smile, not just any smile but a smile laced with a lot of mischiefs. "Ok then... You don't have to talk you can choose to stay mute" John said still smiling, he had something up his sleeve. "Dave" John shouted, calling out to someone. The door was opened and a young man came in. He wasn't tall but rather average in height, his skin was tanned, and he looked monstrous with nothing good sparkling out of his aura. Dave came in with a grin plastered on his face, he looked dreadful but handsome, yes, he was handsome but the grin on his face was beyond horrifying.

John joked around. John was David’s best man. Gullible David immediately wiped his nose, thinking he had something on his nose. But John chuckled, which made David glare at him. “You want to get fired?” John smiled sheepishly and made looked at him apologetically. “I was just trying to make you laugh.” David shook his head at his ridiculousness. Meanwhile, Mariane was approaching the altar. She looked at the left part of the church, where Kim and her son Jacob were clapping their hands for her. She smiled at them before she turned to look at her husband, David, who was smiling at her.

Dave came out of the supermarket with bags. "Get in." He said, walking around the car and putting the bags in the back seat! He gets inside the car. While! Jhonia was trying to figure what's happening? "Get, Jhonia my sweet cousin, please! Get inside this car right now." He began to yell but then he decided not to, he opened the door for her. She gets in and seated herself and looks at him confusingly. Dave started the car and drove off angrily not saying anything but she could tell he was not in a good mood.

Dave yelled as he began kicking anything kickable in the restroom. "I hate it!! I hate it when Leonardo gets all the attention!!". Dave sneered, staring at himself in the mirror. "I f**king begged him to let me handle the contract!! I would have done better if it were me? I mean…I'm also his son. Forget he doesn't know yet, but I'm still his Oldest son from another lady whom he abandoned! He would surely notice me once I snatched the company from him right under both he and his pathetic son's neck". Dave smirked, bawling his fist as he talked.

“And to her wonderful staff.” “Salut.” We begin to eat. I can’t help but glance over with anticipation as Damon cuts into his lemon chicken. He seems to savor the texture on his tongue, and his eyes roll back a bit before he closes them. Maybe my third favorite part is getting to see other people enjoy my food. “My,” he says once he’s swallowed. “Who made the chicken? This is delightful.” “Chef John handled the meat,” I say. “I handled the marinating, and the sauce afterwards.”

While Leon hated this place more than any other occasion he would have to attend, Heather, on the other hand, was a little bit more understanding. Unlike Leon, she looked at it as a duty and she didn’t feel as conflicted as he did. Meanwhile, Dave seemed to be keeping an eye on her. Even Leon was starting to notice that he would glance at her from time to time while she conversed with Leon. Usually fastidious about keeping a healthy lifestyle, Dave had foregone the fruit platter in favor of eyeing them. Unable to take such scrutiny, Leon took the initiative to reach out for a grape, peel it patiently and feed it intimately to her. Since they couldn’t talk carelessly and freely with Dave star