Forbidden Love: Touch Me Honey

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room when it clicked that Drew had made breakfast. My joy knows no boun

wn and started wolfing down breakfast like a hungry wolf. After eating my fill, I decided to say hi to the dessert on the table. When I opened

and Mom will not be happy if they see us ignoring each other. I can say for sure that mom loves him eq

r lives. She left mom while she was pregnant with me at the age of

ther five years ago, and he brought a lot of happiness into our lives. I’m happy for her now that she has all the time to enjo

I thought was for her boutique, but hell no, it was for her personal use. I do wish I had someone to love me, just as mom found love; dad opened a boutique for her, but her manager has always been the one in charge because mom has to follow dad on every business trip as his companion. I need to talk to Drew to know if we are picking up our parents from the airport or if their chauffer is the one pickin

ade me: “Sweetheart, please, please, I’m sorry, sorry, forgive me, Rissa. Ris

rt tightly. . I wanted to go back to

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e decided to change her mind and had to meet him in the study to settle t

in. The study was spacious. There w

keyboard with his slender fingers. Clarissa stood r

id embarrassing her. She She quickly came out of her trance and took a seat on the three-seat cushion chair. The The room became awkward, but Drew still continued typing on his keyboa

give me. I know what I said was wrong, sis. I don’t want mom and dad to be unhappy with us when they come back, and I’m uncomfortable that my sister is avoiding me. I’m finding it more difficult to keep calm. Tell me anything you want, and I will gladly do it fo

made him believe his mom traveled, and now Clarissa is asking him to do the impossible. ‘Okay

he kiss has great power because within seconds it had Clarissa moaning out, as she could not believe Drew would tak

ng to pull her clothes, but he couldn't fuck, he muttered before letting her go. Clarissa was looking at his eyes now, and it looked like he was battling with something as he was holding her wrist. There was a troubled expression on his face: “Rissa." He was still planning how to say what he wanted to say before Clarissa cut him off. “Don't fucking tell me you want

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hed, wiping my face with my p

he looks and the sound of her low voice all had such an impact on me that I don’t even know when

ow she also wants me. I would have done more than kiss her if she was wearing a

t she beat me to it when she said we should pretend nothing happened. Now I have successfully angered her

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d brushing my boobs on his chest. How can he tell me sorry afterwards? What is he thinking—kissing me first and now planning t

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