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He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan. We collapsed together on the desk, breathing hard, sweat dripping down our wet bodies. I felt some liquid touch my cheek. When I looked up, I saw that Mr. Sinclair was now close to me, wet cream shooting from his cap. I brought my tongue out and his sloppy dick slid into my mouth. I licked his cap clean, swallowing his cum. When he was satisfied he stood back, tucking himself back into his slacks. "Well," he said with a chuckle. "That was certainly an interesting way to end the workday."

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The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

"Jean, there's an emergency at work. Do you mind going to Wharfside Promenade by yourself?" I paused for a moment before smiling. "Don't worry about me. Go take care of what you need to." Conrad kissed my forehead, then rushed back toward the banquet hall. I started the car and returned to the Lennon residence instead of heading to Wharfside Promenade. From now on, I'd be putting everything into preparing for my own staged death, which was happening soon. I gathered every last memory of Conrad and me. I erased every digital trace, even the backups in my cloud. As for the physical ones? I burned them all.

Even a simple question was loaded with a tone of irony and extreme arrogance. "Yes, why the surprise? "It's a haute cuisine dish," Sloane pointed out. ""Yes, and if anyone deserves to eat well, it's me," Izzy shrugged, ticking off the list of ingredients she would need, making me laugh. "Eggs Benedict for breakfast, right? "I teased her. "Exactly, Bergqvist "Izzy winked at me. I heard some whispers around us, but I couldn't have cared less. I was tired of pretending not to be crazy about that woman.

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Chapter 1 Scarlet’s POV I pushed open the door of the old church and the cool air hit me, carrying that familiar smell of incense and oak. My black skirt hugged my hips tight and rode up my thighs with every step I took down the aisle. At twenty-two I was done pretending I had my shit together. The fights with my parents, the random hookups that left me emptier every time, the constant buzzing in my head that nothing could shut up. I needed guidance, control, maybe just someone to listen without judging me to my face.

The spices wafted over, releasing a rich, mouthwatering aroma. Zara lowered the heat as the dish simmered, glancing at the cookbook beside her. It featured Italian recipes meant for housewives, its white pages decorated with floral patterns and colorful designs at the center. She reread the instructions carefully, then set the book aside. Using a plastic spatula, she turned the food, stirred gently, and switched off the gas.

Copyright © 2024 Unusualdee All rights reserved. Original work. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. PRINT ISBN: 9798332220357 AUTHOR’S NOTE Welcome to my world of Spicy One-Shot Collection! As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you.