Novel & Cerita He Calls Me Sweet

He didn't make a call. My smile gets bigger after reading it. This is so strange when he didn't make a call. I didn't wanna do anything to him. Now! I'm smiling like a moron. ' Hey! You promised me to make a call if somehow you couldn't receive my call, Jaan. ' Three hearts make my heart accelerate. Without giving a second thought, I press on the call button. He answers on the first ring. " Hey, I'm sorry. I couldn't cancel the meeting. " His voice is telling he's awake; perhaps he didn't sleep well.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, we just have to wait another 20 minutes before we get there." "What? Are you serious?" "Just kidding." "Danie----ohh!" I stopped immediately and bite my lips when he glanced at me. "What should I call you if you don't want me to call you by your name?" "Call me sweetheart, love, honey pie, darling, cupcake, sugar, honeybunch, or whatever you want, it will be fine with me." I can't help but stare and laugh at him. Did I hear those words from him? Did he just mention those corny endearments?

I don't know how I have been able to resist his eyes for so long, like who wouldn't fall for them. "Don't you think you should start waking me up with sweet pet names?" He asked smiling. I scoffed, "Are you a pet? Why are you suddenly asking that?" "Other girls call their boyfriends sweet names. You should try doing it too. I don't bite." He teased making my face turn red. I hit him playfully, "Oh come on! Let me go already. I'll be late for work... I mean, I am already late!" "Call me a sweet name and I'll let you go."

he wrapped his hands around me kissing me sensually I can't get enough of this guy "Hope you enjoyed yourself last night?"he asked with a cunning smile "It was the best night of my life" "Max...you called me a name last night" "Sweetheart?" "Yeah...I want you to be calling me that from now on" "Okay sweetheart...now eat up"

I should have known better than to just let her send him in because here I was, staring into the face of the man who made my heart skip beats but still went on to shatter it. I stood up, my defenses on alert. “What are you doing here?” I gritted out. “Hello, Sweets.” “Do not call me that? Let me ask you, have you come to gloat at me again? You know? Come to check if I was still hung up on you? Did you come here thinking I was going to run up to you and jump into your arms? Please leave.” I said angrily. “No, Sweets. I-” “Don’t you dare call me that ever again. Whoever your so-called ‘Sweets’ is, is dead and long gone.” I retorted. “You have one second to tell me what you are doing here befor

"I am guessing honey, darling, baby and babe are too generic for you?" I nod then take a sip of the champagne, trying to suppress a moan. "What about"—he breaks into a drumroll with his fingers against the steady table—"Candy?" I mull over it for a few seconds, over a sip of champagne, swishing it in my mouth. "Candy is all right." He beams at me. "What do you call me then?" I play with a bead on his bracelet—the marble, centre piece. "What about good ol' sweetheart?"

I fake a gag. “ Never call me that again” He smirks “ You sure you don’t like it?” I scoff “ pfft why would I? I’d rather jump into an active volcano than subject myself to the torture of listening to you try to be sweet.” A ghost of a smile hovers on his features and he bites his lips. I’d give anything to have him bite me like that. Okay! Time out, pregnancy hormones. That was not me speaking, I promise. He grabs me by the waist and pulls me towards himself. An involuntary gasp escapes my lips. He runs his nose down the column of my neck. “ You always smell so sweet, Sugar. Like a field of roses on a warm summer day.”

He added before taking his seat, oh gosh, I really don't wish to smile at all, how does he know me so well, I thought after leaving me to be with that lady he would forget all about me. "I'm married, can you stop calling me sweet?” I warned him. "I am sorry but you are still my sweet crazy angel.” "Oh please Smith, is that the reason you called me here? I really want to know because if yes, then I guess I must have wasted my time coming here to see you, I will take my leave now.” "Please don't go.” He grabbed my hands making me stop. "Let go this instant,” I yelled. "Please, I am sorry, I won't call you sweet for now, you are here already, it will be a waste to leave, just sit and hear me ou

My heart literally stopped beating in my chest as my eyes locked onto the contact name at the top of the notification banner. Jeremy. The message underneath his name was short, clear, and written in that familiar, casual tone. in your place in 7, Sweet. The words burned straight through my eyes and hit my brain like a physical blow. In your place in 7. Sweet. Seven minutes. He was going to be here in seven minutes. And he was calling her 'Sweet'. The same guy who had spent thirty minutes on a video call with me, looking into my eyes and telling me he couldn't stop thinking about me, was texting my sister with a pet name.

Though, so was I in all truth. “Is that the only reason you called?” I found myself snapping slightly, hurt by the possibility that was the only reason she called me. “Oh sweetie, no! Silly! I just thought I would ask while I had you on the phone. Get the business out of the way first. Then we can chat. Is that ok?” she says sweetly. Oh… had I misread her after all? How bad do I feel?! And where did sweetie come from? That was the first time she had been close to affectionate I think...