Strawberry Guy Without You 소설 & 이야기

Maries Pov: The wind whipped past me so fast as I continued to run, heading to nowhere in particular as long as I was far away from him. I could hear Sam call my name right behind me, but I continued to go wherever my legs took me. I just couldn’t believe it, I kept telling myself that he wasn’t the one that my brain just made up an image of him. It just couldn’t be him, after how many years, and then he just suddenly appeared from nowhere when I had decided to move on.

I said quietly, “you had nothing. “I left my parents. I abandoned my home and stayed beside you through every hardship because I believed we would spend our lives together. I thought you would always be the person I could rely on. “I never imagined that for another woman, you would become so cruel to me. You pushed me into despair. “Now the Ferguson Group has fallen. “And you have become a prisoner.” My voice grew calmer with every word. “All I did was return you to how you were in the beginning. “With nothing. “I do not want the Ferguson Group anymore. “And I do not want you either.” “No. Vivian, do not do this.” Ethan slammed against the glass. “I cannot live without you. If you leave me,

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you something less tragic… cream and sugar. Baby coffee.” He set his phone down on the table before walking toward the kitchen. The whistle of the coffee maker filled the room. I rubbed my temples, trying to push away the chaos in my head. Wendy. Sabrina. My father. Everything knotted together like barbed wire. Then faint music drifted up. Scott’s phone screen lit up with moving bodies, and despite myself, I leaned closer. My eyes widened. Male strippers. Performing in a Los Angeles club. “What the…” The phone nearly slipped from my hand as Scott stormed back in and snatched his device away.

I breathed her in, let myself get lost in it, then pressed a slow kiss there. “Like a goddamn strawberry field,” I murmured against her skin. “And I don’t even like strawberries.” She giggled, her body twitching slightly as I trailed another kiss along her throat. “Who doesn’t like strawberries?” “Me,” I muttered, nuzzling against her neck again, feeling her laughter vibrate softly beneath my lips. “They’re false advertising. They promise sweetness, but most of the time they’re sour and watery.” “Adrian,” she gasped between giggles, trying to squirm away. “That tickles!”

At the victory banquet, I stood on the outskirts of the crowd and watched as Derrick Caldwell basked in the admiration of the pack. We had been mates for eight years. And yet, the Luna standing beside him was his childhood sweetheart, Lilith Sterling, instead of me. The two of them were inseparable, and they seemed destined for each other. A warrior asked curiously, "Alpha Derrick, I heard you had a mate of eight years. Is that the one standing next to you?"

He leans close to her, as if taking in her familiar strawberry scent, and every restraint in my brain fails. Absolutely. Fucking. Not.

Trevor’s smile remained on his face. "So, do you happen know anywhere a guy who is new in town can get a drink around here?" We stared at each other. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was the most ridiculous coincidence ever to happen to me. It didn’t matter. I felt the immeasurable confidence from the previous night return. "No," I smiled. "But I do know a great farm stand where they have some lovely strawberries." He grinned. "Even better."

Way too close. My heart was racing. I could barely breathe. He didn’t even kiss me, and yet here I was almost gasping for air. “Breathe,” he said, smiling. He was the only man who could make my heart race with just one move. It felt like a picnic today. We were just sitting on the grass with a piece of cloth spread out beneath us. “Are you ready?” I asked Jazper Ray. He had three strawberries lined up beside him. So did I. The rules were simple: throw the strawberries into each other’s mouth.

He had disappeared from her life as abruptly as he had appeared. Rain streaked diagonally across the office window, and Rosalyn stood by the window while tracing the edge of her phone with her finger. Her calendar displayed the days since she last saw Eric at the airport. It had been twelve days in total. This wasn't like him. The man who would have installed a GPS on her if he could had truly gone off the grid. Was this a game of strategic distance? Had he really let go? Or had he simply lost the energy to play and decided to end the act himself?