Hello, my dear readers. Please forgive me if there are any mistakes. I live in N.Z. and right now we are under a red light state of emergency due to flooding (it's summer here!) I will fix the errors and continue to update when I can. Thank you so much for your support🧡 30-01-23.
“Your radiator overheated, and it caused your hose to burst. I’ve replaced the hose for you, and I’ve bridged it for you as well- removing any air bubbles. In all honesty, you are lucky that your engine didn’t catch fire. When was the last time you had your oil changed?” The mechanic known as Angel asks me with a look of disbelief smeared across his aging features.I bite my lower lip. “I asked Joe from One Smart Auto to change it when I took my car in to get warranted,” I reply with my brows drawing together. “He charged me three hundred dollars in the end because he told me that I needed my spotlights changed and a wheel alignment.”Angel scoffs, shaking his head as he wipes his oil-glazed hands on the rag that’s tucked inside his pocket. “That man needs to be shut down. I can tell you right now, darling, he didn’t change your oil nor did he replace your spotlights with new bulbs. He did you dirty, and you’re not the only one he’s ripped off this week.”“I’m not?” I ask surprised wi
“Keri, love. Can I have a word before you open?” Mrs. Brown's soft-spoken voice reaches me as I pull the door to my bakery open. “Yes, of course, Mrs. Brown. You know I always have time for you.” Removing the key from the lock, I spin around and make my way to where Mrs. Brown is standing, shoving the key into my bag. I also try not to be distracted by the scent of Tobias's cologne, which is being carried away by the whisper of a breeze that brushes past me. “Kip told me what happened last night,” Mrs. Brown begins with a hint of bitterness coating her words. “I will admit that it was me who put him up to the idea of asking you out. It took some badgering on my behalf to get his confidence up. But never in my days would I have suggested such an act if I had known that you married the same man who tried to evict you, straight after you found out that your boyfriend got your evil little sister pregnant.” My heart grows heavy at her use of her words, and I start to feel offended by th
TOBIAS:I stride out of the bakery, sensing Keri’s gaze following me out the door. It’s heated. Confused. Curious.I am not certain if she has taken my statement seriously, but by the time the sun sets and our conversation concludes, she will realise how genuine it is.Not to sound like a cocky bastard, but I do intend to claim her tonight. To have her withering beneath me. Moaning my name incoherently as she tumbles over the edge time and time again.I want to drown in her arousal, grow deaf from her screams of ecstasy, and submit to her every desire.It is time for me to take control of my life and reclaim what is rightfully mine, and Keri Landry is mine. I will be the first to admit that I am a self-absorbed jerk who has spent his entire existence lost in the shadows of my nightmares, frantically searching for her.Our differences make us comparable to oil and water. But if we can resolve our differences, we will be explosive. Setting everything on fire that we come into contac
After I finish closing the bakery up for the day, I place today’s unsold items into a box to be sent to the City Mission for the unfortunate. Then I make myself a cup of coffee and sit down at one of the tables in a lightly dimmed corner of the shop. I swipe my finger across the screen of my phone and unlock it. Tapping on the gallery icon, I tap on the folder that is filled with photos of me and Ryan. There is one photo in particular that I like to stare at because it's the most recent one I have of him. It’s the photo of Ryan sitting on the back of his pickup truck, shirtless, on the beach with a bottle of beer in his hand. Hues of amber, red, purple, and blue are splashed across the horizon, reflecting off the water in waves. Ryan looks like he is on top of the world – living his best life. His shoulder-length hair is tied into a man-bun, displaying his undercut. His green eyes glisten with joy and his straight pearly white teeth are on full display. I miss him. Gods, I mis
I gag in response to his forceful act, but at the same time, I want more. I have never experienced anything like this. My sex life has always been on the vanilla side and this… with Tobias feels so… raw and animalistic, almost like I’m sinning, and it feels incredible. I always had a feeling that Tobias is a Lion in the bedroom, and I’d eventually hear him roar. Just the thought of him coming undone from the delicate assault of my lips encourages me to milk him for everything that he has. My cheeks hollow as I take in every inch of his throbbing cock, slowly swirling my tongue around the tip every time my head bobs up. When Tobias pulls back a little, allowing me to breathe, I moan, desperate for more like a dirty little slut that needs to be fucked into submission. “Are you certain you can handle more of me, kitten?” He asks gently, slipping his fingers beneath my chin, forcing me to meet his dazzling gaze. I nod slowly, wiping the corners of my mouth as I desperately want
I feel Tobias place his hands on my shoulders, and gently, he pushes me back, tearing his lips away from mine at the same time. “Before this goes any further, spitfire,” He mutters in a strained tone as if he’s battling to do the right thing by me. “We need to talk about that night.” Licking my lips, I sigh and take a step back, touching the back of my hand against my forehead. Well, that kiss didn't go according to plan now did it?“I’m afraid…” I whisper out loud. “Afraid about what?” Dropping my hand, I look deep into his blazing blue irises, “The truth.” Tobias’s gaze softens, and he nods his head slowly. “I’m afraid to tell you the truth, too, Keri.” He states firmly, which takes me by surprise. “We have wasted so much time being apart - you hating me and me pretending to hate you back.” Fine lines mar my brow line. “What do you mean by pretending? Are you trying to tell me that your being an ass hat was all an act?” I enquire as I attempt to determine what he means by
I settle back down into my chair after making us both a large cup of coffee each. It’s well after 10 p.m. and none of us are ready to leave until the truth has set us free. We both wrap our hands around our mugs, drawing from the warmth of our drinks like it has the power to comfort us. “Sawyer and I are… were," he quickly corrects himself and clears his throat. "Identical twins. The only characteristic that separated us was Sawyer's dimples. Girls gushed over him every time he flashed them with one of his cocky smirks.” He pauses with his gaze burning a hole into the tabletop as his brows crease. “It also turned out that older women weren’t immune to his good looks and charm either, once he turned thirteen. Especially my mother’s best friend.” He snarls while he picks up his mug, and brings it up to his lips. “It’s hot…” I exclaim, watching in horror as he takes a large sip of his scolding coffee. As the hot liquid travels down his throat, he hisses and slams the mug back down
TOBIAS: I adore the woman that Keri has matured into as I stare at her in awe from across the table. I am aware that it cannot be easy for her to listen to my truths, and yet she remains by my side, offering me solace with her strength. Surprisingly, speaking with her is the easiest thing I've ever done in my entire existence. The words seem to flow effortlessly out of my mouth, and I do not feel the need to conceal or pretend that talking to her does not affect me emotionally. I don't consider myself to be less of a man, as my tears of heartache tarnish my features. If anything, I feel more liberated, and I seriously regret not having told her sooner. I have squandered so much time between us, and that’s solely on me because I was afraid to lose her indefinitely. “Do you truly believe that it was Sawyer with him that night?” My beautifully strong-willed wife asks me. I can sense her anguish slowly consuming her, and I wish I could take it all away. I wish I could era