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I'm in deep shit. This love thing is too deep for my taste...

Have a nice day son. Shit! The greeting at the end made the text even more threatening. This guy really gave me psycho vibes.

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This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”

His presence proved one thing: from hate… I could fall in love. ** Footnote: Nano-Nano is a popular Indonesian candy with a unique mix of sweet, salty, and sour flavors.

Even so, my heart felt warm and fuzzy inside. The next year, we got married, and his company took off. The first thing he did was buy the dying chocolate factory. After that, I had all the sweets I could ever want. Now, however, that sweetness was like poison, sealing off my breath. My chest felt suffocated. Before the tears could fall, I heard Ethan’s voice. “What are you looking at, babe?”

I circumvented the house and strolled down the busy street, slipping my hands into the pockets of my jacket as I looked around. I was grateful that nobody followed me. Sometimes, I simply wanted to be alone. The weather was perfect that day-sunny with a few clouds. Suddenly, I had a craving for ice cream. But then, thoughts of my diet flooded my mind, and I groaned aloud. A passerby shot me a strange look as he walked by with his child, and I smiled as if I hadn't just sounded like a cow. I settled for a slushie and entered a store that conveniently had a slushie machine. The guy behind the counter gave me a disapproving look, but I pursed my lips and made myself a slushie. Being the indulge

he asked like he is just asking what drink I wanted. Out of annoyance I said, "The latest model of Bentley." "Okay what color?" he asked not even sounding surprised. I gaped. I wasn't even serious about it. I just wanted to annoy him. "I was just kidding! That's too much! I told you that I don't want a car!" "White will be the best for you," he added and I could sense that he was grinning with satisfaction. "Didn't you hear me? I said I was just joking!"