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My tongue tried to push past the seam of her lips, but her lips remained tightly sealed. She was different. Unlike the women who eagerly parted their legs for me. She stiffened in my arms. Her lips remained tightly closed at first. But her resistance wasn't helping me to stop, it only fueled my hunger. I pushed against her lips, demanding entrance. My tongue traced her lips. But her stubborn lips were still tightly closed. I lost patience and nipped her lower lip softly, bringing out a tiny whimper, and the sound sent a jolt of satisfaction through me and straight to my already aching cock.

Once, I asked a little girl, Hand me your candy, For a jar of honey. She looked at me, As though I was mad, And held her candy, Away from me, Not realizing that, Deep down, I didn't need the candy, I just wanted to give her honey. The Lost Journals Of Eden Cain's POV

Solenne The way he cared for me had my body melting little by little. He made sure Elize was happy and safe then brought me upstairs to spoil me. This was the man I saw peek through his walls and the man I wanted. I knew it was temporary though. He was the Don and had responsibility that didn't include me. I planned to leave in a week so just for today I let my walls down too. I could enjoy him while I had him. I could give myself good memories to hold on to for our son. He broke my heart yet filled me in a way I never knew existed.

The cherry blossoms were somewhere over Prospect Park, being tasted by June's bees, making the specific honey that only I seemed to taste when it arrived at the market. The teaching kitchen had a Tuesday class in two days. The seven notebooks were on the shelf. The book was in the world with its first sentence and its cost chapter and Dorothy had read it twice and Gavin knew which chapter she meant. Clara had given him bread. Patricia had pressed her hand to her heart. All of it real. All of it mine. All of it ours now. *Ours.* That was new. I held the word the way I held things that were new and real and didn't need to be examined to death, just held.

It read in big letters: "Sunstone" And below it in smaller writing: "Honey, on New Year's I'm your possession. Don't care if I say 'no'. If something goes wrong, I will say the word above. If I don't say it, you do whatever you want! Love you!" I couldn't believe it. I collapsed on the floor. I couldn't stand the horniness; I almost cried...

He absolutely adores Charlie. In the first year, I secretly hired investigators to look for Chris. Jason found out and, ironically, had been doing the same. One day, after the umpteenth cry in the shower, I realised I had to stop. It was killing me. I started a honey company. Raw honey, candles, beauty products, even surf wax and tent sealant. We opened a small shop six months ago. I study business now too. Next year I am focusing on operations to smooth out the issues in the company. I have taken bookkeeping courses and now manage both my books and Jase’s.

She never came looking for Ethan anymore. That night, Ethan was so busy that he didn't get home until nearly midnight. As soon as he stepped inside, Bill brought the nanny to him. "I'm sorry, Alpha Ethan. I don't think I'm fit for this job," Maria Hobbs quavered, handing in her resignation letter. "The pups are too much to handle. They have endless demands, and even the shape of their food has to be exactly the way they want it. The worst part is—they're allergic to so much food, yet they refuse to listen and insist on trying things they shouldn't eat."

I laughed so hard the composure I was building – of a high class woman – chartered, throwing back to Adele Ford, the simple resort owner surrounded by lovers of croissants, plus a dark erotic novel lover. I missed those days. God, I couldn't wait for this ‘honeymoon’ phase to be over so I could return to Greenville. “Hey, don't come back here empty handed. Buy as many spicy, dark, hot male lead novels as much as the capital’s bookshops hold! Also, I want spicy gist too. Create as much drama as your thick skin allows! Don't let those rich motherfuckers walk all over you, you're bigger than them now, squash them under your heels if you must!”

His hand brought the sheet upto my neck while his eyes stared at mine . " There is no need to work today , I have arranged food for you , You can order more with the work phone in my office . Number is written beside it " I nodded . " If anything happened call the last number on the diary next to the phone , understood ?" I nod once . " Take care , we'll be back by evening "I bite my lip as he suddenly kissed my forehead and walked out . EH ? Why is my heart beating so loudly ? I was eating some chips and going at the back of the house since they had a T.V there , I walked across the cabin but stopped and walked inside it .

I reply as I continue watching the movie, munching more chips. I know Scarlett doesn't eat chips but four weeks in, I've gone to-hell-with-what-Scarlett-eats because whenever I watch movies, I.want.my.chips. And Honey doesn't seem to complain or question about it. Heck, he even want to fuck me. The same thing goes for breakfast. I don't eat fruits anymore, I just go all out on omelette and kosher sausages. That is AFTER Honey's gone to work. But of course, excluding what happened last Monday with the whole breakfast party. Sigh. I swear I'll never take leave from work again. Or cook. Or wear such controversial outfit that can be the main reason of his stupid proposal.