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It will just upset her more, and I have zero hard evidence to prove anything, just a gut feeling. “Bummer,” Sarah commiserated. “And it also doesn’t make much sense, especially if you two covered your plane ticket out of pocket.” “I know, right?” Karli chimed in. “It’s not like I would expect his company to cover my travel costs.” She paused for a moment, then said, “I think this might call for chocolate syrup.” Sarah pushed the bottle toward her. “Help yourself.” *** Unbeknownst to Sarah, the man she still loved was pulling into his apartment complex on the other side of the city, exhausted after a hectic shift.

Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words:

I had once visited the library but stopped due to my health, and it has even helped me brighten my mood, and I dared not to frown or look sad anymore. I and Keith have just finished selecting what book to read, while he picked a novel titled 'The Mafia Boss's Submissive' I picked a similar romance book 'Naughty CEO' written by the same author, Author K, a Nigerian writer whom I might crush on if I get to see him, his books are amazing and they just seem to portray so many emotions and I had been a fan ever since his first novel... I hope to see more of him shortly. I sat on the chair and Keith was a gentleman enough to sit beside me after I had had my seat when he pulled the chair out.

Involuntarily, I took several steps back, away from the storm brewing in his body. Who the hell is this man? Why does he look like he just crawled out of some supernatural mafia fantasy? Whatever or whoever—he was, I didn’t want to know. I couldn’t afford to be curious, not even a little. Men like him were to be admired from afar. Not touched. Not approached. Definitely not… involved with. Those beastly eyes? They’d burn every ounce of peace out of your life. Unapologetically. Besides, I had enough problems right now.

I don’t like maniac. His arrogance smiles once again show to me. He even crosses his legs too. The tip of his shoe provoking that I will never defeat him. So, Lily, let’s pull back. He is your boss. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

Even more, he had to return when the time came. Once he was out of the library and in his car, he finally rummaged through them. There were a couple of romance novels, building repairs, and the biography of Professor Mozart. The one he thought was a self-help book was a romance novel. He looked at the autobiography of the professor. Just seeing the smug smile on that bastard's face made him angry. All these years, this man has manipulated the universe into thinking he was a saint. It made Jalefel sick to his stomach. He tossed the book on the backseat, wishing it would be buried underneath trash. Sadly, he kept his work vehicle immaculate. So, it would sit there unopened. He picked up one of

I'm annoyed at myself for even thinking about this. "Are you ok?" He asks clearly sensing my uneasiness. "I don't know, I guess I just can't believe I'm only seeing it now. It's beautiful." I say honestly to him with a smile that I know doesn't quite reach my eyes. He looks at me and then at the ground before taking my hand to lead me inside. It's huge. So... him. Ezra is generally a minimalist so I'm not surprised that it's not over-furnished. It's sexy and tranquil. The perfect man-cave. Or man-mansion if you will.

"Why also praise stories like that? Are there no other books that are of higher quality?" "Hahaha... that's why, you better read before commenting. It's like you've judged someone 100% bad even though you've only met them for a few days. That's an unfair judgment!" "I only caught what I saw!" "That means your thinking is shallow!" "All right... all right, so what's the point of the story?" "Why don't you just read it yourself?" "Just tell me!" "Hahaha...well, the point is about a man who is said to be the most desirable man, has a perfect life, yes everything. His goal is to conquer as many women as possible as a manifestation of his childhood trauma disorder."

If he wants to play a game with me, I will do it. …………………………………………………………………. When I wore my clothes, I went to the school garden while carrying my bag. Then, I sat on the bench. After that, I took a novel in my bag entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime,’ its writer was Mantus Taylor. Many people around the globe read his book. I opened the book, and I read chapter twenty-seven of it. “So, you are reading my book.” I heard Mantus say to me. So, I looked at him. He is holding two sandwiches right now. He is also wearing his watch in his right arm.

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss? "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now? "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about my b