He Gave Her Strawberries, Gave Me Hives (Ford and Sylvia) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“You used the strawberry condom! You KNEW I’m allergic to it!”

Ford and I had just finished. And now I was dying.

Like didn’t hear me anything, he called her. Lyla.

Her laugh crackled through the speaker like nails on glass. “Ask her if it itches down there! Come on, we need a review for our little

bet!”

A bet?!

My throat was closing. My skin was on fire. And they were treating it like a fucking game show.

And Ford? He just looked at me–not with panic, not with guilt–but with amusement.

Stop being such a drama queen,” he said, smirking. “It’s just a joke.”

A joke.

My agony was their entertainment. My death? Their foreplay.

n that moment, the man I married died too.

Fine.

This cute little game of theirs? OVER.

Now, it’s time to play MY GAME.

After sex with Ford Holloway, Sylvia Morgan broke out in a severe allergic reaction.

An unbearable itch ignited between her legs and spread like wildfire. She bolted into the bathroom, only to see angry red hives reeping up her neck and consuming her face.

Ford! Get the car! You need to take me to the ER, now! I’m having a reaction…”

ler voice died in her throat as her eyes landed on the wrapper in the trash can.

Strawberry flavored.

She turned on him, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Did you seriously use the strawberry one? You know I’m allergic!TM

Ford looked up, finally registering the disaster written across her face.

But instead of rushing her to the hospital in a panic like he used to, he whipped out his phone, snapped a photo of her swollen face, and fired it off to his assistant, Lyla Gray.

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He Gave Her Strawberries Gave Me Hives 1 Gave Them Both A One Way Ficker

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Chapter 1

“Lyla, you called it. Sylvia actually had a reaction.”

“I didn’t think that stuff could trigger it. You win this round.”

Lyla’s triumphant cackle erupted from the speakerphone.

“Told you! I’m a genius!”

“But I’m super curious–is she allergic down there too? Does it itch? Ask her! I need a review!”

Ford chuckled at her “creative curiosity,” phone in hand as he turned to Sylvia.

“Hey Sylvia, is your…”

He stopped mid–sentence, his grin fading as he met Sylvia’s tear–filled, horrified eyes.

He cleared his throat, wiping the smile off his face. “Ahem, let’s talk later. I gotta run Sylvia to the hospital.”

Lyla giggled. “Alright, alright. Go be the hero.”

“Oh, and Ms. Morgan? I heard if your crotch itches, you should just smack it with a slipper! Works like a charm–you should try it!”

The amusement Ford was trying to suppress bubbled up in his eyes again.

He hung up, grabbed his car keys, and smirked at Sylvia. “Let’s go. ER time.”

He was so casual, so breezy, as if this nightmare was just a minor inconvenience.

Sylvia stared at him, frozen in place.

Two years of dating, three years of marriage, and suddenly he was a stranger–someone she didn’t recognize at all.

Between the hives covering her body and her throat tightening, simply breathing was becoming a struggle.

Tears streamed down her face. “Don’t you… have anything to say for yourself?”

Ford stopped at the door, impatient. “Explain what? Lyla’s just a kid. She likes pranks. It was just a joke, Sylvia.”

“You’ve had allergies a million times. You’ll get a shot and be fine. Stop being such a drama queen.”

It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her head, the light in her eyes died instantly.

She met Ford at a track meet when she accidentally ate a strawberry lollipop and went into anaphylactic shock.

Ford had carried her on his back, running hundreds of meters to get her to the infirmary.

In their five years together, every time she had a reaction, he was always more terrified than she was.

But ever since Lyla–the girl who “loved pranks“-became his assistant, everything changed

Lyla’s first “prank” was making a deepfake sex tape of herself and Ford and sending it to Sylvia.

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