Novel & Cerita Shelf Indulgence

Chapter 13: Sanaya’s P.O.V Lancelin Eustein, the CEO of ReefWood Inc. and the future King of all Incubi in the planet…had a sweet tooth. His basket was filled with Twix bars, Oreos, M&M’s, KitKats and Reese’s as we neared the cash register. I tried to hold in my laugh when laugh when Lancelin peeked into my cart to see what I’d gotten and saw his disappointed frown when he found only cheeses, some Doritos and some hot pockets. There were also some spice roasted hazelnuts and pistachios thrown into the mix, as well as a pack of dried cranberries. They would all pair very well with some Barbera or some Pinot.

Some information was too dangerous for civilian consumption. Which left me with exactly one option: go straight to the source of this reproductive hijacking. “This conversation requires industrial-strength ice cream,” Constance announced, abandoning her desk chair like it had personally offended her ancestors. “The kind that comes with emotional support and possibly therapy.” We were drowning in peak pumpkin spice season—that magical time when basic white girls everywhere pretended cinnamon could solve existential crises. For most people, this meant lattes and I*******m-worthy fall photos. For Constance, it meant chasing triple-scoop sundaes with hot chocolate so loaded with marshmallows it

I hadn't even replied as she dipped her fork in my Reuben sandwich, and stab the tasty bits then pass her sexy lips and moaned, as she praises the deliciousness of the fattening meat and cheese goodness. "Oh my, I could be dead right now and die happily after tasting that. The grease, the meat, and that forbidden fat. It will go to my belly lining for sure. But right now I don't freaking care. You're a bad influence here Gary!" She said seriously but took another stabbed at my sandwich making me laugh. Then her food arrived, and she let out her sexy moan making me instantly hard. Damn!

“Without a doubt, if it's all the same to you.” At the snack bar, he got a coke for himself and a delicate gelato for Ella. Seeing her pink tongue, purposely grabbing off the twirl of white, sent a shudder down his spine. Her mouth opened wide, and she contorted the cone while coaxing it out of her mouth. He understood how huge her mouth was regarding her face, and he needed to be that frozen yogurt. “No one eats frozen yogurt like that”. He concluded that she was attempting to be enchanting. All he was simply horny and Derek's discussion had placed thoughts in his mind.

“Once you changed into them, go straight to the kitchen, take the tray of alcohol, and then lounge, got it?” “I guess,” She left. I put on the new uniform which had a black shortest skirt barely covering my hips, a tight white shirt showing off my cleavages, with stockings. This is way too much uncomfortable to be in. As if I have any choice to make here. I did my make-up and left the room, on my way, I took the tray of alcohol which was expectedly heavy but this time I managed quite nicely and stood outside of the lounge.

I laughed she must got some major tea if we need to have food and listen All the teenagers decided to go up to Cams room and eat our food, it was only me Te, Cam, Sam, Kayla and Jon Kay and Jon are Te and Cams cousins. "ite girl now spill the beans" I said cause I was tired of the suspense. "okay okay so like on my second week of college I went shopping for supplies and I met this tall cute caramel daddy at the store, we get to talking he tell me his name Jalen and he in his second semester at a college not to far from mine, anyway we chitchat for a bit then we exchange numbers long story shortened we go on dates have fun blasé blasé two weeks later I come to his crib we kissing and--"

"It seems like the two of you are competing. Why don't you ask the lady to decide for herself? What made you choose matcha, by the way?" "Yen likes that. Matcha cake, matcha-flavored frappuccinos - everything that has matcha in it." "Oh, you remember well! Five years isn't that long after all when love prevails" commented Mr. Virgil, followed by his mocking laughter. I felt my circulation rushing to my temples. I knew my face was already burning in a beet red glow. How I wish I could pick up my shoes and hit him on the face! Zed is an intelligent person, so his revelation from the start would surely make Zed suspect.

“No. But we can at least respect the people who matter.” Selene didn’t answer. She just turned away, pretending to check her phone. For the next half hour, they sat in tense quiet, reviewing line after line of names. Selene questioned every one connected to Deborah, asking who they were, what they did, and whether they were “important enough.” Deborah answered every question calmly, hiding her growing irritation behind perfect professionalism. When they reached the final list, Selene stood. “I’ll take this to the designer. I want the invitations embossed in gold foil, not silver. It feels more regal.”

Dinner dragged under the chandelier's glow, silverware clinking like accusations. I sat between Jake and Richard, my fork pushing peas around the plate, thighs still sticky from the laundry fuck. Jake's foot nudged mine under the table, a silent reminder of his cum drying inside me. Richard poured wine, his gaze lingering on the faint red marks peeking from my collar—Jake's handprints from earlier spanks, or maybe Marcus's grip. They didn't ask, but the air hummed with unspoken jealousy.

I unzip his bra and roll down his panties. I head back to the table, pouring myself a glass of wine. I throw in some ice cubes. It clinks as I swirl the drink around. I take a sip, slowly, taking my time. On the bench, Gideon's blindfolded and nearly shaking with anticipation. I walk slowly, my heels clanking against the floor. I take another sip of the drink before popping an ice cube into my mouth. The cold fills my mouth, chilling me. I lower myself until I reach his belly.