Erik Menendez Lemon Novels & Stories

According to her, Liam was not allowed to be happy, not after he ruined her relationship with Marshall. As she was driving home at top speed, her cell phone chimed, indicating a new text message. When she looked at the message, she saw that the text was from someone named Lewis. She slowed down so that she could read what was on the text. A few seconds later after she was done reading the text, a sinister smile formed on her lips. "Oh, look at that. Looks like your time is up, Liam. It's time to go back to your old life, and I can't wait to see how arrogant you'll be when you go back to having no money," Erin mumbled through gritted teeth.

Lemon. There was a taste of sweet lemon that made him question if it was his scent that was getting to him or either the taste was really there. He wanted to find out. And then get more of it. "Fuck." he exhaled at the quick reaction in his pants and pulled his weight up until he had his legs over Kyle's laps, pinning him back against the chair and taking his laps for a seat. Resuming his kiss, his hips moved forward to rub against Kyle's waist and he was ever glad to find out he wasn't the only one getting a kick out of it.

But immediately, it died down after another shocking news of Thomas Mendez's successor flashed like a lightning in a sunny day. Sebastian just shook his head and closed the television. "Rumors," he mumbled. His friend Levi, the famous powerhouse rapper of Empire Entertainment, was rumored dating the most beautiful woman in South Korea, none other than Sandra Mendez. Someone had bravely spread the photos of the two having dinner at the restaurant on social media wherein the time Levi tricked him to meet Sandra. Fortunately, the photographer wasn't interested in his existence, thus, he was not included in the frame as if there were only two people on the table.

I played with the tooth in my fingers, unsure if I wanted to tell him that lemon sharks weren't man-eaters. “What?” he asked, frowning slightly. I wondered if he could read my mind. “Lemon sharks...” I took a deep breath. “They don't eat people.” “You said one bit you.” His face split into a grin and he bounced on his toes with glee. He had been anticipating this. “So, while technically it's more of a woman-eater, I'm pretty sure it still counts.” I giggled. “Then it really is perfect. Thank you.”

“I volunteer Luca to help with the limes.” “What am I doing with limes?” He asked with an eyebrow raised. “Getting the juice out for the guac.” She said. I look at Aiden, “You’re on avocados then, guapo.” “You got it, mojito.” We are all having a good time when Adrian comes up and he does not look happy. Aiden looks at him and his brows furrow. “What’s wrong, bro?” Adrian just shook his head. “Nothing. Where’s Isaiah?”

Erin thought she’d like to meet her someday. Then hunger hit full force. “I’m starving, Leon. Get me adobong adidas, grilled bangus, spicy bopis, chicken inasal, three cups of rice, one large orange juice, and for dessert, leche flan.” Just naming them made her mouth water. “Perfect order, shorty. All those sound delicious,” Leon said with a grin. Erin’s brow furrowed. “Those are mine. Order your own!” They stared at her like she was from another planet. “What?” she snapped again, sharper this time. Leon sighed and went off to order, leaving Jask to watch over her.

He was already reaching for the lemon, but he hadn't moved back yet, and Bella was very aware that Devon was three feet away and paying close attention to whatever he was supposedly reading on his phone. "Yes," she said. "Lemon." Liam cut the lemon with one clean motion and squeezed it directly into the pan, and the smell that came off it was immediate and sharp and good. He tasted it himself, right from the spoon, watching her while he did. "Better?" she asked. "Much," he said. He was not talking about the sauce and they both knew it and neither of them said anything about it. Ethan called her over at the counter twenty minutes later.

Everyone winced at the sight, knowing all too well the intense kick of mustard. But Aaron and Lucas exchanged a calm look, their expressions completely unbothered. This was nothing for them. Lance squeezed a bit of mustard onto his hand and, without flinching, ate it with a straight face. Maria and Gernard stared at him in shock. "Isn’t it spicy?" Gernard asked, genuinely surprised. Lance, already done, shrugged. "Not really." He then went on to pull the other strings, eating lemon, sugar, and bitter melon—all without showing the slightest reaction.

He winked at me. Lemonade. My go-to drink whenever I was panicked or stressed out. Johnson knew me so well. I smiled back appreciatively. Liam saw this and his demeanor changed. “You two are quite close, aren’t you?” he said dryly. “For a WORK relationship? “And you’re tossing around quite a lot of apologies for an EX,” Johnson quipped back.

She guffawed, and her face flushed red from laughing. Gianna blushed and grumbled. “If Tara heard that, she’d probably wake up, too,” I chuckled and shook my head as I thought of Gianna and Eric. “Did we miss something?” Eric asked as he placed the familiar box of lemon pie from the island. He placed two boxes and the cans of soda on the table. “Yeah! The moaning,” I answered, causing Gianna to blush again. Eric pressed his lips, suppressing his lips to curve a naughty smile.