The Bakery Love
- Reads 8,080
- Votes 433
- Parts 46
Complete Wed, Jun 12, 20246h 7m
"Are you sure that I don't make you nervous when I get closer to you?" he teased me. Each word he said he took a step closer to me. By now my heart was pounding so loudly that I thought he might be able to hear.
Being near him made my thoughts all jumbled up but I wasn't going to accept that, especially not to him. So I stuttered a no. To which he smirked as if he knew I was lying.
"Okay, so you don't get goosebumps or shivers when I do this, right?" he murmured as he gently traced my arm. And almost on cue, goosebumps arose where his hand had been on my arm. "Why do you have to lie? I told you I like you and I know that you like me too then why lie?" he asked softly with his eyes staring into mine.
Oh, I like him. A lot. But I couldn't succumb, I cannot be in a relationship with my employee that is basically against all the rules. I can't. But my thoughts were lost when he pressed his lips on my cheek very near to my mouth. And I closed my eyes.
----------------
Isabella Anderson is the owner of a famous cafe named 'Sugar & Spice'. Due to her best friend going out for a few months, a vacancy opened up and she needs an employee who is an amazing baker and could help her. Since desperate times calls for desperate measures, she ends up giving the job to a total stranger. And inevitably falls in love with him but things aren't that easy. Good things are never easy. Read 'The Bakery Love' to know more about the sweet and spice explosion which would take place when they get together.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Broken But Yours
Three years ago, Amber Milburn met Chris Collins...a senior who was arrogant, impossible, and far too good at getting under her skin. She eventually fell for him. He crushed those feelings badly... despite clearly feeling something himself. They walked away with pride intact and hearts slightly damaged. Now, three years later, Amber unknowingly lands an internship at his company. Chris is now the bossy, perfectly polished CEO who likes his coffee black, his desk spotless, and his life under control. Amber is chaotic sunshine in heels...funny without trying, stubborn by nature, and somehow, always fainting when he's just an inch too close. He likes order. She is disorder. He gives instructions. She argues with them. He wants distance. She keeps ending up in his space. Somewhere between office disasters, stolen glances, possessive moments, family chaos, loyal friends, and a history neither of them truly buried... old sparks begin to feel dangerously new again. Because the problem with unfinished stories is? They have a habit of starting over. *** "How could you do this to me? Why make me sign that contract?" I asked furiously. He looked up from his laptop and smirked. "As far as I remember, I didn't make you sign the contract, did I? You signed it on your own. If I am not wrong, it is entirely your fault for signing without reading the documents properly. The first rule in business is: never sign any papers without reading them properly." "I deny," I said. "Your wish, Ms. Milburn. You can walk out of the company anytime and meet my lawyers in court tomorrow," he said, leaning back in his chair. "You're cruel, Chris." "It's Mr. Collins for you, Ms. Milburn. I hope you know basic etiquette and professionalism, or your business degree is useless." "I hate you!" "Now, if you are done wasting my time, go and bring me my coffee. No sugar. Now out!" These three months were going to be the most disturbing and stressful three months of my life.Complete
Contract Marriage: I've always loved you ✅
He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? *** As I spank her, Grace questions in a surprised tone, "What was that?" "That was for leaving your husband alone in the pool," I respond in a teasing tone, seizing her waist and pulling her towards me, stealing her breath. "But, my dear husband, you're pissing me off. Just move away." She tries to break free from my grasp. "Stop moving, Mrs Grey!" "No, I won't listen to you, Mr Grey. You told me you don't want me, so why are you here again?" "I didn't say that I don't want you," I whisper, closing the distance between us, my lips nearing my angry wife's. "It means the same!" She rolls her eyes. "I want you so damn much, okay? And I'm ready to regret it again and again for doing this. Today, I'll show you how much I desire you, my wife." I confess, my fingers playing with her wet hair, and my hand still firmly gripping her waist. "So tell me. Who is stopping you, husband?"Complete
A Heart Once His
In the heart of London - England, the story began: Three years of silence, distance, and cold stares-that was their marriage. The only warm thing Elena Hartwell could get from her husband Logan Bennett was intoxicating intimacy in their bedroom. She should have left then. But she didn't. Because love makes fools of the strongest hearts. But the final blow came when: * One night when her husband looked her in the eye and said, "Elena, You'll never be good enough to carry my children." * Her husband traded her like a pawn to a business partner while he enjoyed a cozy night with his mistress. * Her husband's "true love" showed off an engagement ring and baby bump online. It was humiliating. Cruel. Everything shattered. That was the day something in Elena snapped. She didn't cry. She didn't scream. She just slid the divorce papers to her husband and demanded what was rightfully hers. Logan laughed. "You'll leave with nothing, gold digger." Elena said. "If you're not clear on that, I don't mind having my lawyer teach you a thing or two about marriage law!" But Elena didn't know that once she stepped into this heartless marriage, there was no escape. The more she fought, the more hurtful she would had gotten. But no matter what, Elena would ready to fight tooth and nail against her bastard husband to get her freedom back.Complete
Black Lace
I get lost in the moment as I grind against him, and I can feel him getting hard. A smirk appears on my lips as I drop it low and slowly move back up, making sure I press my ass harder into him. A groan erupts from the back of his throat, and I know I'm doing my job right. He turns me around and pulls me closer to him, our chests pressing against one another. One of his hands is still on my waist, the other holding onto my face. We stare into one another's eyes as we continue to dance, never once breaking contact. He leans forward, as if he's going to kiss me, and even though I don't know him at all, I still want him to press his lips against mine. To see how he tastes. But instead, I ruin the moment and step back from him. "I need another drink!" ~ 21 year-old Callie Davis has never experienced real passion before. So she breaks up with her boyfriend of three years and is determined to take a risk - whatever that may be. Working the night shift at a diner, she meets 25 year-old Liam. He's exciting, different and most of all, shows Callie what real love and passion is. But with that comes secrets, and Liam is hiding something Callie never expects. When she finds out, she must decide if she wants to risk everything and stay with him, or leave him.Complete
Helplessly Falling For Mr. Hunter
"I should be allowed." He says with gritted teeth. His voice filled with something. A thing a lot like desire that brings me back to crazy reality. A reality where we are tangled up against each other. "You should be al...-" A gasp escapes my mouth as he lifts me up or rather goes further low for me. His hands, back on my waist. Face buried in the crook of my neck, he inhales into my skin. Still inhaling he lets out a manly groan that I feel everywhere, in places I didn't know existed. The places that come to life because of him. "I should be allowed to touch you." He rasps in my neck. My back arches up and I close my eyes at his declaration. At his domination. At his intoxication. "You should be allowed to touch me." I insist. Brain empty. Because I can't think right now. He lifts his head up then, I notice his eyes have gone darker. His features have gone wilder. Representing an untamed animal in a way. ------------------------- Isabella Evans is your typical good girl who has a bit of a dark past. She's beautiful, kind, sweet, pure, innocent, naive, caring,...etc She always tries to see good in people. Gabriel William Hunter, CEO of Hunter Enterprises; is one of the most successful people around the world. Every girl in the city drools over him. Yet people say; ruthlessness, anger, arrogance are like his second names. But what if, Its all a cover up to his broken self? After all they also do say, don't judge a book by its cover right? What will happen when Isabella and Gabriel cross paths for the first time? WARNING: Story needs some MAJOR EDITING, so read it under your own risk. First few chapters are kinda crapy. PLEASE bear with me. But I swear that it gets better as you proceed into the story. HAPPY READING:)
Sick of Love Songs (Sean&Kaycee) FINISHED
I met him a long time ago. I've known him for most of my life and out of all people, I've mostly spent my time with him, by his side whether it's the line at the tiny coffee shop around the corner, a seat on an airplane or the place that means the most, the dancefloor. We were kids when we shared the stage for the first time, him 14 and I a mere 13-year-old. Back then it all seemed so simple. Somewhere along the line, he found his way into my days. It was easy. He became my best friend, my shoulder to cry on when the weight got too heavy to carry. For the longest time, he was the rock I leaned on, the person I trusted to lift my feet off the ground and bring me back down safely. As we grew older, not much changed. He and I were one on the dancefloor, a united front with a bond we thought would never be broken. I still trusted him to be there when I reached out and to catch me if I fell. Still no bruising, at least not on the outside for the people watching to see. And there were many curious, expectant eyes. Even more voices to cheer us on and offer their input as to who we were, who we should be and who we were made for. I spent countless hours reading the comments made by people from the other side of the world. How we were magic together, how we were our best selves while connected by a song on the floor. How he looked at me and smiled, how he was never that excited to dance with anybody else or the way it showed that he loved me. It's never that simple in real life, behind the curtains of the stage where the eye of the viewer cannot reach. I often wished I could tell them I saw it too. Just reply to the comment that I felt it when he and I played our roles for a scene, once again made up by someone else. I wished I could tell them I felt it when we were alone, too. Because I did. But life has a funny way of working out. And sometimes, it doesn't work out. DISCLAIMER: This is pure fiction about Sean Lew and Kaycee Rice. None of this is real.Complete
Three years ago, Amber Milburn met Chris Collins...a senior who was arrogant, impossible, and far too good at getting under her skin. She eventually fell for him. He crushed those feelings badly... despite clearly feeling something himself. They walked away with pride intact and hearts slightly damaged. Now, three years later, Amber unknowingly lands an internship at his company. Chris is now the bossy, perfectly polished CEO who likes his coffee black, his desk spotless, and his life under control. Amber is chaotic sunshine in heels...funny without trying, stubborn by nature, and somehow, always fainting when he's just an inch too close. He likes order. She is disorder. He gives instructions. She argues with them. He wants distance. She keeps ending up in his space. Somewhere between office disasters, stolen glances, possessive moments, family chaos, loyal friends, and a history neither of them truly buried... old sparks begin to feel dangerously new again. Because the problem with unfinished stories is? They have a habit of starting over. *** "How could you do this to me? Why make me sign that contract?" I asked furiously. He looked up from his laptop and smirked. "As far as I remember, I didn't make you sign the contract, did I? You signed it on your own. If I am not wrong, it is entirely your fault for signing without reading the documents properly. The first rule in business is: never sign any papers without reading them properly." "I deny," I said. "Your wish, Ms. Milburn. You can walk out of the company anytime and meet my lawyers in court tomorrow," he said, leaning back in his chair. "You're cruel, Chris." "It's Mr. Collins for you, Ms. Milburn. I hope you know basic etiquette and professionalism, or your business degree is useless." "I hate you!" "Now, if you are done wasting my time, go and bring me my coffee. No sugar. Now out!" These three months were going to be the most disturbing and stressful three months of my life.
More detailsContent Guidelines