My Sugar And Your Spice

Leo Alston!

At that moment, he was mercilessly biting and sucking at Amelie's lips like a ferocious beast. Her lips were in agony from his kiss.

When she looked at him, his eyes were half-closed. He was so close that his long lashes nearly brushed against her skin.

Rage burned in his eyes, and his jaws were tense. He held her so tightly that she could barely move an inch.

In her mind, Leo had always been a cold, aloof, and strict man. Moreover, strong emotions were not easily acted upon. This side of him was a stranger to Amelie.

The kiss continued for so long that she was running out of air. Her legs went weak as her body slid down to the floor despite her demands not to do so. When she was about to suffocate, he let go of her. Then, his arms were steadily wrapped around her waist.

"Have you gone mad?" As she did not even have the strength to stand up, her only option was to glare and breathlessly shout at him.

Suddenly, Leo pressed Amelie closer with a strong palm on her head and neck. "You are not allowed to be so intimate with those men!"

As soon as he thought of Blake hugging her and all the body contact that would have happened, his entire being would radiate with pain as if he had been scalded by boiling water.

Meanwhile, Leo's other arm curled even tighter around her waist as if he was trying to squeeze out any of Blake's scent from her.

His hot breath brushed against her earlobe as his lips were so close that he was almost kissing her ear. When she felt his heat, she thought she might be gobbled up and drowned in his breath. "Let go of me for now. I can't breathe."

After Leo heard that, he finally let go of Amelie.

At that moment, the elevator stopped. She bolted far away from him and turned to stare at him warily with her back against the wall. Then, she watched as he walked out of the elevator.

A stray strand of hair was hanging in front of one of his eyes, covering half of it, and his clothes were wrinkled, suggesting he had come in a hurry.

"Stop!" Amelie commanded.

Surprisingly, Leo obeyed and stood there.

her seemed much gentler than before. Still, it was the type of gentleness associated with a cocoon

was no longer in his arms, he still surrounded her. It

took her a while to calm down enough to speak again.

because you were with Blake," Leo

his black eyes. It made him look so pitiful, like a child who had been wronged. He had always thought he would be okay with anything she did, even if it was done in revenge against him, as long as she did not leave his sight. However, when he saw the video of her skating with Blake, he realized he was not

quite speechless upon hearing

of their relationship, he had no right

no choice but to explain, "Blake and I merely think

he strode over and tugged at the

twitch and shift in his body, but all she saw was his fingers darting into her bag to pull a tiny

was rendered

precaution against dangerous men. It was a small, discrete item. How

open and pressed the handle into her hand. "If you hate me, you can attack me yourself. Do not anger me using other men." He then pulled her hand over to point the knife

did not have a long blade, it would still pierce

Leo looked so calm, as if being stabbed in the heart was trivial.

a moment, Amelie felt the urge to sink the knife in and end his life. That would stop him from picking fights with her whenever he was bored.

out through gritted teeth, "Enough. I don't want to be a murderer

to an agreement then," he stated

shameless

the right to date anyone I want. If you are really going to attack Blake, I do not mind being responsible for him for the rest of

heard that, he silently stared at her, speechless. He would much rather she had stabbed him than

he knew what other men were like. How Blake looked at her was definitely not how a brother would look at his sister.

moment, Leo still felt the urge to scoop out Blake's eyes and feed them to the dogs. However, he would have fallen for his

So, she turned around with a hand held over her

door shut

was rendered speechless by that act.

…

leaves of the ginkgo trees

of black Mary Janes, who was cheerfully swinging her legs to and fro. She held a strawberry ice cream cone in a chubby little hand. A happy smile was spread across her face as her tongue darted out to lick

before sticking out an ice-cream-stained hand. Soon, her hand was being held by a pair of slender yet