Lemon X Mash Novels & Stories

He put her to work and she gagged at the sight and smell of some awful blend of only god knew what Leo concocted in the blender. She almost felt sorry for the billionaire when Leo gave her honest to god dandelions like you would pluck from a field and instructed her to cut off the stems. By the look on her face, he gave her a laugh and explained the weed was packed with vitamins, minerals, and fiber. The stems were to be a garnish to the “special eggs” he was boiling. But the highlight of Grayson’s meal was no doubt the special blend shake Leo prepared for his friend which looked like puke and smelled like unwashed armpit.

00After a while, the waiter brought in the desserts. 00There were two kinds of dessert in total. The first was a lemonade, and the crispy tower was the F-mainstream mainstream. The lemonade was the authentic one. The original method was to make a tower stuffing with yellow lemon juice, cream, sugar, eggs, etc.. It was used to cook a bit of yellow lemon peel with fragrance. The shape of the lemon that was made of strawberry and sugar was used as decoration. 00With the combination of lemonade and cream, it was sweet but not greasy, with the fragrance of lemonade and the softness of the cake. The shape was pleasing to the eye and the taste was also very good. It was a very popular dessert.

She froze right after, her gaze meeting Jason's amused eyes. “Did I…” He nodded, then laughed as she hid her face behind her hands. He pulled away, then returned seconds later. “Here…” he pulled her hands gently from her face and brought a sauce dipped finger to her lips. “Tell me if the lemon is too sharp.” She hesitated, her eyes flicking from the finger to him and back. Then she parted her lips around his finger tentatively. The sauce melted on her tongue before she was ready. The warmth surprised her; buttery first, then rich, finishing with the lemon—not sharp like lemonade but more of a bright lift at the end. Like a creamy sunshine with a kick.

Melissa smiled as she took the bottle if lemonade to the kitchen "I do watch porn, get supper horny like a dog but end up rubbing my uhm with my finger" "Is uhm even a word?" Leah fell to the ground hard "ouch! That hurts!". "You are impossible Melissa Harts". Molly stood up "That's why i love you". She walked to the kitchen to find many empty packs of smoothie and juice, she also noticed the lemonade and frown. "Seems weird. We have nothing to celebrate with except the lemonade from my ex friend". She shouted from the kitchen. "What do we have over there?" Sam yelled.

“No that would be all for now, “Storm replied. Murmuring and crying, Bash entered his room and closed the door with a bang. He felt so upset with himself, he could have stopped all that happened from occurring rather he led that man on , so stupid! His phone beeped from where he plugged it in. He crawled to the other end of the bed and viewed the notification, it was an alert. He wanted to scream, curse and hate Storm but the blame was his to carry. He even felt ashamed to call Panda, she would probably laugh at his stupidity. Five minutes later, he called her and narrated what happened, sure thing, she was disappointed but glad that Bash came to her for solace rather than in harmful substan

, Aashmaan said loudly from the bathroom doorway, startling Rudra as she entered the bedchamber. "Kiddo! What are you doing here?" Rudra asked, moving away from Shakti. "I'm eating," Aashmaan said, showing him the bowl of spicy lemons that Rudra himself had made for her. "You're still eating that?" Rudra asked, and Aashmaan nodded, licking her fingers. Rudra knew it wasn’t good for her health, but she had cried so loudly for the lemons that the whole Gadh had been shaken by her tears. Yuvraaj had ordered Rudra to buy lemons for her, and Rudra had personally prepared them.

“Yes! The marshmallows are the only good part of that cereal. Literally, it’s the only selfish streak Leo has though as far as I have found.” He laughed, “Nope. He doesn’t like to share his fancy lotion. He’ll probably kill me for telling you this, but he ordered some girly, milk-based lotion from Sweden to give him that baby smooth skin. It makes him smell like a thirteen-year-old girl. I called him Lea until he started mixing it with some cologne.” “He really does have baby soft skin though.”

The ambiance would get her in the mood. I got this idea from somewhere in the internet to make a combination of Lamb Chops with mashed potatoes with also a pomegranate, apple and goat cheese salad dressed with balsamic vinegar. It was a recipe I got online but with me knowing how to cook, this should be very very interesting.

“How about surf and turf?” He hummed. “Lemon butter shrimp. Cecil would hate it.” I wrinkled my nose. “You figured out the lemon thing, hm?” He shrugged. “She ate the ceviche fine. I think she thinks she doesn’t like citrus outside of orange juice. Just watch. She’ll be eating a real orange soon.”

I leaned back, closing my eyes to savor it. When I opened them, I found Mason staring down at me. His expression wasn't cold anymore—it was hungry. A blush scorched my cheeks. "You like it," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "I do," I stammered. "What’s the secret ingredient?" "Amaretto," he said. "Apricot and bitter almond. It cuts through the darkness." "It's perfect," I said, holding his gaze as I used my thumb to wipe a fleck of foam from my lip.