Silent Siren

Cravings

Dear Ifrits,

You know more than anybody I hate author notes but I feel like this is a celebratory message the whole ifrit nation can celebrate together. We are all aware of the rubbish reviewer on Goodreads, Holly. Well, a while back I sent Goodreads and email regarding the essence of her review and how it goes against Goodreads policies. I have just heard back from them and I am happy to inform that we have won the war as I have received this email in return to my complaint: 

Hi Raisa,
Thanks for your email, though we sincerely apologize for the delayed response. It may be helpful to clarify that while negative or harsh opinions are welcome on Goodreads, we do not allow reviews that primarily focus on an author's behavior rather than the content of the book.
Given this, we have removed the review from our site. Please note that the site is cached for overall performance so it may take a few days for the review to disappear from the book page, though it has been deleted on our end.
If you have any further questions or concerns, please let us know.
Sincerely,The Goodreads Team

You have heard right! Her review has been deleted! As said it may take a few days for it to disappear completely but the move to remove her unhelpful review has commenced and we have once again proven our strength as a fandom. Thank you to all who supported Sir Rob through this. Share the good news with all other Ifrits as we have not fought the war with violence and negativity but by abiding by the rules. 

And since I absolutely hate author notes: here's something I cooked up.

~~~

Darkness set in the lavish master bedroom where slept the husband and wife. 

Rikkard tightened his arms around his beloved wife and her swollen belly. Shifting slightly to reposition his arm, he pushed into her even more, creating a welcomed friction that both patrons invited.

Suddenly, Lilly shot out of his arms, gasping desperately for air. From beside her, Rikkard flung forward, taking a protective stance in front of his pregnant wife. 

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Is it the baby?" His words were rushed and laced with sleep as his lazy glanced at the digital alarm clock flashing the bright red numbers 2:46 am.

"It's the baby," Lilly groaned, readjusting her position to rest against the engraved headboard of the bed.

Rikkard's hand immediately found his cell phone, resting on the bedside table, ready to hit 1 to call the hospital.

Yes, he has the hospital on speed dial, problem?

"What is it? Contractions? Your water didn't break, surely I would have felt it-" Rikkard was interrupted by Lilly's soft and heated mouth moving passionately against his. 

"Rikkard, love, you know I love you, right?" Lilly purrs as she pulls back, a mischievous smile making its way onto her face. "You're so handsome and sexy and- prepared for all scenarios, you really are the best husband and father anybody could ask for."

That did it. Rikkard's tense form dissipated as he recognized this as his wife's intro for an order. 

"What do you want now?" His annoyed tone detected by the young lady, who kicked her innocent act up a notch before settling into a puppy dog look.

"I want a pumpkin spice latte." 

"What?

"The baby is craving a pumpkin spice latte and the least I can do is give it to him."

That was fine and dandy, the billionaire could prepare that with a snap of his fingers if it had not been early June or the middle of the night or for the fact, Lilly can't have any caffeine.

"Lillian, sweetheart, are you insane? Have all those chocolates finally got to your head? Its 3 in the morning in June! Starbucks doesn't even have pumpkin spice lattes available right now, let alone at this time. How about I get you some more chocolate from the pan-"

"NO! I want a pumpkin spice latte!" Lilly's eyes glared, ready for a fight before turning into a defeated look. 

"You know what? Nevermind. Who cares whether I have been carrying this baby for 7 months or of the fact I'm married to a rich guy. I guess we are still human in the end and I just have to suffer through kicks and headbutts until I die away."

Peering from under her lashes, she could see her bait worked. Rikkard tensed before his ear turning red.

"Lillian I will have you know that I am the richest man alive and that you won't have to go through any more pain. You want a pumpkin spice latte? You'll get a pumpkin spice latte, decaffeinated," he emphasized his point at her before getting out of bed, his phone secured in his palm. 

Tugging on his clothes he pressed a quick and firm kiss on her temple before rushing out of the room, already sending orders to 18 of his staff to locate an available Starbucks.

Lilly sunk back into the pillows, releasing a content smile as she watched the love of her life and the father of her child in work mode. Before she knew it, her eyes drifted shut and she was back to dreaming of chocolate pigs. 

~~~ 

"Lillian! Sweetheart, wake up. I have your pumpkin spice latte ready."

Lilly was woken by a pair of glittering sea blue eyes and the smell of pumpkin spice. Bile rose up her throat before she shoved her husband wave and beelined towards the bathroom. After heaving into the toilet a couple of times, she rinsed her mouth with water, her toothbrush ready in hand. 

"What happened?" There stood a confused RIkkard looking at his panting wife vigorously scrubbing her tongue with her toothbrush. 

"Blat bhlabhllened?" spitting out into the sink, she glared menacingly at her innocent husband. "Get that rotten thing away from me! I can't stand the smell of pumpkin spice latte let alone drink it! Gross!"

As realization crossed both their minds, one turned fearful and the other furious.

"You can't stand WHAT?" bellowed Rikkard.

And that was the end of Lillian Ambrose.

~~~

I have terrible writer's block right now, I don't know what garbage I'm writing.