Strawberry Guy Without You Novels & Stories

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."

As Rosalyn turned on her phone, she noticed three WhatsApp messages. [Sorry… I take back what I said.] [I don't mean to be forward, but I just think it's a surprise to meet in a foreign country.] [Business or pleasure?] It was from someone who named himself 'At Twelve'. They didn't know each other's real names—she called him Twelve, and he would call her Candy, since her nickname was Sweetless Candy. Rosalyn swiped up, but only those three messages were in their chat history. Since she would clear it from time to time, there really wasn't much to look at.

Denied Nakita. "Just as stupid." Jena stared at Nakita in embarrassment. "What's wrong with you, huh? Are you jealous of me because Mr. Trex gave me a big bonus?" Nakita shouted to attract the attention of all humans there. Jena laughs contemptuously "IT'S FOR YOUR SUSPICIOUS PAY STUPID!" Jena shouted accompanied by her annoying laughter. Nakita glared angrily "I WAS NOT PAID. WE ARE REALLY DATING!" Nakita shouted, not wanting to lose.

Even as blood dripped down his face, he gritted his teeth and said, “No, Mia! I’ve finally found you. If you don’t come back with me, I’m not leaving. “Since I lost you, I’ll win you back. As long as you’re not married, I’ll never give up. I’ll keep pursuing you relentlessly until you fall in love with me again!”

I glanced over at Colton, who nodded his head in agreement. “He’s not too impressed,” he said with a chuckle. Then his eyes flashed through black but cleared back to his hazel eyes. “Strawberries,” he sighed, “I’ve missed you so much.” I narrowed my eyes and glanced at Drake before looking back to Colton. He had a sinister smirk on his face, one that reminded me of ten years ago and sent shivers down my spine. “Come on, baby girl,” he purred. “Get them to let me out. I want to taste strawberries and cream again,” he licked his lips, and I screwed my face in disgust. Marcus growled and stepped forward, blocking my view of the man in the cell.

Definitely a heart. “Did you make this for me?” “I make breakfast for everyone.” “The strawberries are a heart.” “...shut up and eat.” I sit and he leans against the counter watching me. Not talking. Just watching, like he’s checking that I’m still breathing. Nico stumbles in next, hair wild, hoodie inside out. “Please tell me there’s coffee.” “Please tell me you showered,” I say. “I did. Maybe.” Marco throws a dish towel at him and Nico catches it, grinning at me. “You’re mean before coffee. I like it.” He steals a strawberry off my plate. I smack his hand. He laughs and steals another one.

“Celine! Weren’t you so determined not to pick up? What, can’t keep the act up anymore? “Do you know Ella’s been crying for days because of you? You’d better stop this nonsense and come back to apologize to her! “Otherwise, I’ll have to reconsider marking you.” His tone was cold, laced with the confidence of someone who thought he had me completely under control. I laughed. “No need to trouble yourself. “Leon, you haven’t marked me all these years, anyway. There’s no need to start now.” With that, I hung up. I blocked his number and every message that came after. Then, I opened my feed and posted a statement. [Alpha Leon Gray and I only held a bonding ceremony. He never marked me, and we are

I said quietly. Strawberry guy, as I call him, stares at me blankly, then looks at the men behind me and then back at me, his face neutral. "No, miss, he's not your boyfriend, he doesn't even know who you are-" the second guy began, but was cut off. "Do you have a problem with my girlfriend?" Strawberry guy raised his hand. That caught me off guard, but I quickly masked it, afraid they'd figure out I was lying. Thank goodness he understood what I was saying!

To escape, even for a moment? The bartender slides a bowl of fruit between us. I pick out a green grape and pop it into my mouth, ignoring the strawberries mixed in. He notices, plucking one up with a cocked brow. “What? You don’t like strawberries?” he asks as he bites into it. I nod. “I’m allergic to them.” “Shame,” he says, his voice dipping lower. “Strawberries happen to be my favorite.” “Let’s get out of here,” he says, his eyes darkening with something I can’t quite place my finger on. And when he stands, holding out a hand, I know I shouldn’t take it. But I do.