All Chapters of Forbidden Fruit Taste So Sweet: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

WilderI'm staring into the fireplace, haunted by images of Daria and the sound of her beautiful, girlish voice. In a short period, my body already craves her like she is heroin."Fuck..." I run a hand through my hair, annoyed because my thoughts automatically went to drugs. "What am I supposed to do?"Daria's smile enters my thoughts, and I'm forced to suck oxygen into my lungs not to pick up my phone and call her. My eyes were constantly on her inside of her apartment. I tried to pretend that I was invested in The Dragon Throne playing on the TV, but her scent had my mind going places in reality.It's so strange how I find her the most beautiful woman in the world. She is unique, but I've dated many better-looking women, yet no one has taken over my mind like Daria.I found her gorgeous even when she kept her hair in one of those sloppy ponytails while she sat in her bed. Her clothes were second-hand, and she hadn't showered. She had a faint scen

Daria"Y-You're eating dinner together with Evelyn?"My blood has run ice cold, and my jaw is slacking. I'm pretty confident I'm gaping like a goldfish. Wilder watches me intently, making the situation even more awkward when a mischievous smile curls his lips.Wilder nods, much calmer than me. "We are going to talk about filming and other stuff related to our roles. It's hardly romantic." His eyes look me up and down, and his smile turns feral. I realize he must have noticed my bubbling envy—my stomach is behaving like a cauldron. "Are you by any chance jealous?"Evelyn comes over before I have time to reply. Before embracing Wilder in a hug, she hands me a glare like I'm an eyesore or a dirty spot on the walk she wants to get rid of quickly."Wilder!" Her laughter, smooth with positive flirtation, dances into my ears, and my insides flip. I'm burning up. "Long time no see! How have you been?""Excellent, thank you for asking," A small

Daria I'm dragging my feet up the stairs leading to my apartment door. My hair is a heavy mess, dirty and bouncing like a basketball. Wilder glared at me all night from the table he shared with Evelyn. But I don't think Wilder has the right to be angry over the fact that I kissed his handsome brother when he went out on a date together with another woman. Killian. He kissed me. Giant grasshoppers are swarming in my belly. My lips are tingling, sending an excited but nervous shiver over my skin. Those stormy blue eyes will be hard to forget, especially when the man looked haunted by a mysterious past, yet gentle at the same time. I take a deep breath, gripping the metal bar to drag my exhausted body up the last couple of stairs. The wind is hitting me in the face, sending a wave of cologne my way, and then I'm left staring at Killian, gazing up at the starlit sky. What. The. Hell. Why is he here? My eyes are prac

Killian I drag a hand through my hair while preparing coffee, standing inside my kitchen wearing nothing more than sweatpants. I'm half-naked, and while I realize putting on a shirt would be proper, I love the way Daria ogles me whenever I flex the muscles in my chest. I'm painfully aware that she likes my way more successful brother Wilder, and I keep telling myself that I'm not bothered, but I'm already green with envy. Women like Daria don't come around very often. When I hit rock bottom two years ago, she was the voice that sent me in the right direction. Daria was my beacon in the night, and she is the sole reason I didn't commit suicide two years ago—I owe her everything. "Oh, can I have milk in my coffee?" Daria asks from the table. She is playing with the sugar spoon, building these small hills inside the old sugar holder. "Milk, huh?" I smile to myself, warm from simply glancing her way. The fact that Daria is sitting inside my kitche

Daria Exhaustion is making it tiring to even drag my beaten ass through the doors of The Parlor. I worked the early shift today, and the sun is still shining when the brisk wind hits my face. I unbutton my jacket, too sweaty to keep it closed, and spin around to the sound of a snort. Wilder is leaning against the restaurant wall, glaring up at the sky as if he doesn't want to face me. My eyes linger on him, and anger rushes through my veins like venom until I can't take it. My lips part, and out comes the pent-up frustration I've been carrying for days. "Hey, can I ask you something?" I call over to him with my arms planted under my chest. I'm much shorter than Wilder, but I'm not afraid of facing him straight on. "Wilder!" There isn't a reply. I sigh. "Why do you keep treating me like shit? The entire day you've been behind my back, yelling and handing out a hundred orders at once. You weren't as hard with anyone else and kept me on d