Leo And Calypso Lemon Novels & Stories

“The only thing I’m obsessed with is making sure you rot behind bars. The world will finally see what you really are, a rabid dog running loose in this city and a monster who poisons people for profit.” Leo’s smirk was fixed as if he knew how that annoyed the heck out of me. Instead, he leaned back and ran a hand through his dark hair making me hate how his cologne was rich, deep and fucking inviting like Oud Royale and power filled the space between us, making my stomach twist.

The sea breeze whipped through my hair, carrying the scent of salt and freedom. “Want to learn how to drive?” Leo asked suddenly. “Me?” I looked at him, surprised. “I don’t know how…” “It’s okay, I’ll teach you!” He stood behind me, placing my hands on the wheel and covering them with his own. “Feel the current,” he murmured in my ear. “Just follow its rhythm.” His warmth seeped through my thin clothes, his scent a fresh mix of sun and sea salt. It was nothing like Rylan’s oppressive pine scent. This was a scent that made you want to breathe deeply.

This is the longest shoot she is going to be attending after the incident. "You know what?" I said as I finished my glass and poured myself another one. "After you're done with this, order the lychee tequila shots. They're literally like heaven in small glasses. Hands down one of the most calming things I had ever tasted. We all should try it!" And then we both expectantly turned our heads to Easton, who gave a sigh, and then obliged. "Well, what the hell. Let's do it."

It was a feeling I hadn't experienced in a very long time. A week later, at the town market, Leo bought two glasses of fresh lemonade. "Try this. The recipe at this stand hasn't changed in twenty years." I took the glass, and the sweet and sour taste instantly brought back childhood memories. "It's still the same." "I knew you'd like it." Leo's eyes shone with a gentle light. "Elara, whatever happened, you look happy now." "You've changed, you know." I was taken aback. "Really?"

Leo is not a push over. "No"

"Don't just stand there and stare at me like I'm a circus act, Rhea," Leon replied without turning back, with a humorous tone. "Take the brush. Apply the lemon and garlic seasoning now; you don't want our catch to be tasteless." I giggled, and when he noticed me staring, my cheeks flushed. I moved closer, dropping myself next him with my knees crossed, till our arms were practically touching. Curling in the air was woodsmoke, mingled with something distinctively Leon and the savory aroma of fried fish.

Some eyes were fixed on me, and I shifted in my seat, feeling like a total freak show. Leonel got me a Peppino's Revenge, a tequila cocktail made with Patron Silver, cucumber, basil, and lime juice. I was far gone and tipsy when I realized I was supposed to act pregnant and gasped in surprise. "What is it? Leonel looked at me, concern on his brow. "Shit, I'm tipsy," I laughed. "Your mom will suspect foul play if we go home drunk." "Damn it," he cursed under his breath, "I will have to take you back to my house and then get our stuff from my mother's house."

“Are you trying to insult me? I am productive.” “And I like that, it'll help both of us soar among our peers. If you're productive, I'm smart and together we can beat all odds.” “This is cool.” “I got you lemonade, and I can't eat this alone so feel free to join me.” Calliope divulged as she placed the box in between them and held into her cup of lemonade. Xyla felt pleased at the gesture, wondering if she prefered this new Calliope to the former one.

"Then let's order our drinks. You still have to go back to work, but we can have a drink while we wait for our meal?" "One won't hurt." "What would you like?" "Well, you offered me a culinary experience, so surprise me." He flashed a beautiful smile and nodded, placing the order with the waiter who brought our drinks and menus. "It's called Papa Doble. Rum, maraschino liqueur, lime, grapefruit juice, and ice. I think you'll like it. I toast to your lovely company." Levy raised his glass. I smiled at him and accepted the toast. I tried the drink and was impressed - it was fresh and so cold, with little sugar, the sweet-and-sour taste of grapefruit, and the distinctive nutty flavor of maraschi

Leon took a bite of the first version he made and his face scrunched up. "Too much lavender?" "Way too much. That's definitely soap." I tried it and had to agree. My second version was better but still not quite right. His second cake was even worse and I couldn't help but laugh a bit when he spat it out. When we got to version three, Leon's eyes lit up. "This is it," he said. "This is perfect." I tasted it and he was right. The lemon and lavender balanced perfectly. It was bright and floral without being overwhelming.