A text notification. Bank alert.
My hands trembled as I opened the banking app. The account balance loaded, and my breath caught in my throat.
Seven figures. Enough to pay off our most pressing debts immediately.
I leaned against a lamppost, staring at the screen. The mysterious woman had delivered exactly as promised.
My phone buzzed again. Another text from the unknown number:
“Consider this a preview. Don’t disappoint me.”
I looked up at the sky, feeling like I was standing at a crossroads that would define the rest of my life.
Sable’s POV
I sat in my car outside the hospital, staring at the pastry box on the passenger seat. The photos Darrell had shown me kept flashing through my mind – Caelan with that blonde woman, their faces impossibly close in that last shot. My fingers tightened on the steering wheel.
What if he really is cheating on me?
“He’s not,” Esme’s voice was firm in my mind. “You’re letting Darrell get to you again.”
I closed my eyes, focusing on her presence. But those photos looked real. That last one showed them kissing.
“Did it? Or was it just taken from an angle to make it look that way?” Esme’s tone was skeptical. “Think about it. Who benefits from you doubting Caelan?”
Darrell, I admitted. But why would he go through all this trouble?
“Because he’s desperate,” Esme growled. “He lost you, and he can’t stand it. He’ll say or do anything to get you back.”
I rubbed my temples. You’re probably right, but still…
“If you’re worried, just ask Caelan directly. You know he wouldn’t lie to you.”
I picked up the pastry box. You’re right. I’ll just ask him.
“Good. And stop letting Darrell live rent-free in your head,” Esme added. “You’ve got strawberry macarons to deliver.”
With a small smile, I exited the car and walked into the hospital. My mind was clearer now, but those images still lingered at the edges of my thoughts as I navigated the antiseptic-scented corridors.
I reached Caelan’s room and paused, balancing the pink box in my hands. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open with a gentle nudge.
Caelan’s eyes found mine instantly, his whole expression softening when he saw me. “You’re back already? Didn’t I tell you to go home and rest?”
His voice held no accusation, just concern wrapped in warmth. Something in my chest loosened at the sound.
“I made something at home,” I replied, lifting the box slightly. “Thought you might like it.”
“You should be resting, not cooking for me.” He shifted against his pillows, wincing slightly.
I walked closer, feeling a smile tug at my lips. “This barely counts as work. And besides…” I gave the box a little shake, ‘I made your favorite.”
Caelan’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. I set the box on his bedside table and flipped open the lid, revealing a dozen perfectly formed strawberry macarons, their glossy pink shells gleaming under the hospital lights.
His expression changed instantly a flash of surprise followed by something that looked suspiciously like embarrassment. He cleared his throat. “Why’d you make these?”
I tilted my head, teasing. “Sarah said you were obsessed with strawberry macarons. Or… did she get that wrong?”
Caelan shifted, adjusting his pillow with a little too much focus. “Sarah talked too much.”
“Oh, so you admitted it?” I pressed, biting back a smile.
“I admitted nothing.” He looked away. “Just said Sarah’s got a big mouth.”
I reached for the box. “Well, if you don’t want them…”
“Wait. His hand shot out to stop me, then he composed himself. “I mean, you made them yourself. No way I was letting them go to waste.”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. “Oh, so it’s about my effort, huh? That’s the only reason?”
“Exactly.” His face was perfectly serious. “Your heart was in these. That’s what mattered.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Alright, my little princess, they’re all yours.”
Caelan’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What did you just call me?”
I leaned in, smirking. “With your secret girly dessert obsession, what else was I supposed to call you? What other secrets were you hiding?
His expression shifted, eyes darkening as he leaned forward slightly. “You want to know what other secrets I have?”
I crossed my arms, holding his stare. Like what?
“Like…” His voice dropped to a rumble that sent heat curling through my stomach. “All the things I think about doing to you every night.”
My breath caught, but I forced a casual tone. “Oh? Care to share?”
“Come here,” he patted the space beside him on the bed, his mouth curving into a wicked smile. “And I’ll tell you.”
I stayed rooted to the spot. “I think I’m fine right here.”
Caelan’s eyes glinted as he moved to push back his covers. “Then I guess I’ll have to come to you.”
I rushed forward, pressing my hands against his shoulders. “Don’t you dare! Your wounds aren’t healed yet.”
He smiled up at me, victorious. “Then feed me.”
Heat bloomed in my cheeks. I picked up a macaron and held it to his lips. He took a bite, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he suddenly frowned, capturing my wrist in a gentle grip.
“What happened here? His thumb brushed over the reddish mark on my finger.
I tried to pull my hand back. “It’s nothing. Just burned myself a little making the macarons.”
Caelan’s expression darkened. He pulled my hand closer, bringing my finger to his lips. His tongue touched the burn, warm and wet as it circled the tender spot. His eyes stayed locked on mine, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine.
“Does it hurt?” he murmured against my skin.
My voice came out softer than I meant. “Not anymore.”
His lips moved to my wrist, kissing the pulse point there, and my body trembled. I jerked my hand free, shoving the macaron toward his mouth to break the tension. He bit it, but then his hand snaked behind my neck, pulling me close. I gasped. “What are you-“
Before I could finish, his lips pressed against mine, pushing the other half of the macaron into my mouth.
The sweet strawberry filling burst on my tongue, mixing with the heat of his kiss. His tongue swept in, teasing, crushing the macaron against my palate. The flavor melted into something richer, sweeter, as his lips claimed mine, nipping and sucking. His tongue danced with mine, tracing the roof of my mouth, pulling a soft moan from me. Our breaths tangled, the taste of strawberries lingering as he pulled back just enough to breathe.
“Sweet enough?” he asked, his forehead resting against mine, his voice rough.
I was dizzy, my voice barely a whisper. “You are sweeter.”
His grip tightened, and with a quick tug, I was on the bed, pressed against his side. His hand slid down my arm, then slipped under my dress, grazing my waist. My skin prickled under his touch. His lips crashed into mine again, hungrier this time, his tongue plunging deep, stealing my breath. I felt him shift, his body pressing closer, the hard line of his arousal unmistakable against my hip.
“Be careful of your wound,” I whispered between kisses, my voice breaking.
He nipped at my earlobe, his breath hot against my skin. “You’re my medicine.”
When he reached my breast, he rolled my nipple between his fingers, drawing a gasp from my lips. x+
“Help me, Sabi,” he groaned against my neck, guiding my hand downward until I felt the hard length of him straining against the fabric.
I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking up and down through the thin material. His breathing grew ragged.
“Like that,” he rasped, his hips shifting to meet my rhythm.
Heat pooled in me, and I climbed onto his lap, my dress riding up to reveal my thighs. I rocked against him, the friction of his hardness against me sending sparks through my body.
I leaned down to kiss him, my tongue teasing the corner of his mouth before trailing down his throat, across his chest, down to his firm abdomen.
I tugged at his hospital gown, exposing him to my gaze. He was hard and thick, veins standing out against flushed skin, the tip already glistening with moisture. I ran my tongue experimentally across the head, tracing the sensitive ridge underneath. Caelan sucked in a sharp breath, his hands fisting in the sheets.
I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around him as I moved up and down. My hand worked the base while my lips and tongue focused on the sensitive tip. His thighs tensed beneath me as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper. His groans urged me
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