[Sequel to Vanilla]
Seven years later, childhood sweethearts Vanilla Julian White and Leroy Cox reunite in the City of London for an unlikely reason. The latter-once a burning flame unfazed by the wind-had, since a couple of years ago, left the heat...
A/N: Hehe, did everyone enjoy the previous chapter? This one's not the longest chapter but I hope you will enjoy it too ;v; Next week will be full of le juicy plot but this one was necessary for set-up ;-;
On a happier note:
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As promised! Those of you who follow me on Instagram would have seen the process and hard work already but other little Beans here on Wattpad who happen to be interested in seeing more of the physical copy (how it looks like on the inside, the outside) are free to head over to watch the videos too!! ;v;
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The official release date isn't confirmed yet but will be over the next week or so. Other details like how/where the books will be available can be found on Instagram too ^^
At the end of the chapter is a small little thing you can participate in to win a physical copy for free ;v; I will ship it to you at 0 cost, wherever you are. Details at the end of the chapter!
Otherwise, enjoy.
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[Leroy]
Engine twelve was on our way back to base after a minor MVA, stopping by a bakery for some goods when he texted me first. I'd felt my phone buzz in my pocket and part of me had, on instinct, assumed it was Annie sharing her late-night adventures with Rexi again, when I reached for my phone. To be wrong was weird; it made the start of my day ten times better. I didn't think he'd have the time to mess with his phone during work hours.
"Sir, you're smiling at your phone."
I looked up from the three-second video of Chicken balancing a blueberry on his snout to see Probie returning to the engine with three sourdough loaves and two baguettes. Jung strapped in up front in the passenger's seat before Zales radio-ed for base, adding an extra zing over comms.
"Oo, did someone just receive a couple of nudes?" "Probie, grab his phone." "Sir, it's password protected." "Must be filled with nudes then. At least now we know the reason behind Cox's great mood." "Yeah man, what the heck the fire last night sucked several years of my life into the void." "Cox is the one homeless for two weeks, Zales. Not you." "Ha, so that explains the car he arrived in this morning, the ten-out-of-ten mood, and his amazing complexion." "Does this mean we're getting bagels for tea, sir?""No..." "Aw man Chief would've loved the bagels." "Shut up Jaeger. You finished three in a go the other time."
The idea was wine. One sip and I was hooked, no questions; plus, he did mention something about working remotely till three in the afternoon, so. I sent him a casual request for nudes. Just to sit back and admire his reaction. And then, for the next two minutes, watched the status below his name switch from online to offline to typing and then back to offline five times in a row, unable to hide the amusement on my lips. Somewhere over the radio, they started asking Probie to pull out his phone for evidence.
