Strawberry Guy Without You Novels & Stories

Money was tight, and I took on a tutoring job to cover my tuition. Thanks to my strong academic background, I secured a position with the prestigious Walker family. I was hired to tutor their youngest son, Mason's younger brother. I still remember the first time I met Mason. He wore a leather jacket, his brown hair catching the sunlight. He had this bold, magnetic energy that immediately drew me in. It was true—people often found themselves falling for those who were nothing like them. While I stood there dazed, Mason had already passed me, riding off with a woman clinging to the back of his bike. Their laughter lingered in the air, echoing into the distance.

The three of them chatted warmly, while Noelle stayed silent. Winona suddenly turned to her. "Elle, why aren't you saying anything? Do you have a problem with me? I know we had misunderstandings in college, but I hope we can be best friends now that you're marrying Chester." She lifted her glass and smirked at Noelle. Noelle didn't move for a long moment or even look at her. She suddenly clutched the front of her blouse as her breath came in gasps. Angry red hives spread across her forearm, forming a shocking and raw sight. She fumbled for her bag.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

That would be scandalous if someone heard them. “What the hell are you doing, huh?” She gritted her teeth and gave him a deadly stare. “Damn you! Do you want people to hear you saying those things?” “Why not?” She took a heavy sigh because of his unbelievable words. “The fuck?” “Why all of a sudden you’re acting that nothing happened, huh? Tell me, Miss Stranger?” He looked at her intensely. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her on his chest. He heard her cursed him but he doesn’t care. “Why did you left without parting words?”

'' i say ''Go . Do your business." I quickly change into my pjs when my phone starts ringing . I take out some of justin's sweats and a T- shirt and give it to harry so he can change before answering the phone . i answer the video call from justin. " Hey justin . How are you?" "Hey . I've never been better. I miss you so much" "I miss you too." "Listen . I have so much to tell you. So there's this guy I've been crushing on .We are REALLY good friends and he asked me on a date."

Lily and Alex exchanged wary glances as the man approached. “Mrs. Cain,” he said, his voice calm but authoritative. “My name is Nicholas Adler. I represent an international firm interested in discussing the future of your vineyard.” Lily’s smile faltered. “The future of my vineyard? It’s not for sale, Mr. Adler.” Adler’s expression remained unreadable. “I’m not here to buy it. I’m here to propose a partnership that could change everything—for the better.” His words hung in the air, the weight of their implications sparking curiosity and caution in equal measure.

For ten years, I stood beside Adrian Shaw while he clawed his way up from nothing to a nine-figure fortune. In all that time, he never once took me anywhere that cost more than twenty dollars a head. On the eve of our tenth anniversary, I sent him a link to the steakhouse I'd been saving for years. His expression darkened. "Just because we have money now doesn't mean we can forget how hard life can get. Thrift is a virtue, Nora. Don't lose it." I thought he had a point, so I nodded and agreed to cancel the reservation. Then, on the day I went to the restaurant to cancel it, I saw Adrian across the dining room, having dinner with a girl. He cut her steak for her, then reached over and ge

Just as I reached the private room I knew so well, the sound of laughter and voices from inside stopped me in my tracks. "Reid, that post you put up last night was bold as hell." It was one of his friends, his voice dripping with amusement. "Seriously. Wearing a Portugal jersey is one thing, but that caption? Did your wife not lose it when she saw that?" "The video of your proposal is still pinned in the group chat, man. Everyone in this city knows how obsessed you were with Argentina." The room went quiet for a moment, then came the click of a lighter. "So what?" Reid's voice was lazy, completely indifferent. "The mood was right that night. I just got caught up in it. Looking back, pinning

"You give me major strawberry vibes." He didn’t need to know he was right. Strawberry had always been my go-to. But that was mine to keep. "Well, then you’re wrong, Mr. Hayes," I bumped my forehead against his, playful but firm — earning a dramatic little "Ouch!" from him. "I’m a full-blown chocolate person." "You’re a terrible liar," he grinned. "Strawberry it is." With that, he winked and headed back toward the stall. I watched him go, lips still curved in a reluctant smile.

It was a slow night and I was so ready to kiss my pillow and enjoy my day off tomorrow. "The guy canceled last minute and I'm already here," He shrugged and handed me his empty glass. "Give me something with more flavor?" "How about Virgin strawberry mojito?" "Yes, please," I grinned and put on a show as I make the concoction. Dave laughed and take the drink and tipped generously. "You're not booking a session with a Dom?" I assumed that he was a Sub by how he was easily flustered. "Nah, I'm not into that kind of hardcore kinks. I'm here for the privacy. I'm not out." He shrugged and slowly took another sip of his drink. "This is good, though,"