A Slice Of Chicago Romance の小説・ストーリー

I laughed softly, already drifting. “Deal, husband.” The candles flickered lower. The city slept. And Joshua Carter made good on every single promise he had ever made to me, all night long, until the sun rose over Chicago and painted our wrecked, perfect bed in gold.

Did Paige find men who worked seriously the most charming, and she was captivated by his earnest working demeanor? "Is it nice?" Chris asked Paige with a smirk. Paige's face turned even redder as she looked at Chris. She felt like his smirk hid everything, as if he had seen through her inner thoughts. "It's okay," Paige said, trying to compose herself with a red face. She could not falter before him. Chris nodded. "Hmm... Since you married, your taste and appreciation levels have been improving. Three words—leaps and bounds." "Hmm?"

He said it was the only civilized response to Chicago winters. "I'll see myself out," Victor said. "Victor. What did you mean by..." "I meant what I said." He moved toward the door. "Figure out the right question, Adrian. Then figure out the answer. In that order." The door closed behind him without sound. Adrian sat alone in his office. He looked at the list on his desk. He looked at his hands. He looked at the window and the city beyond it and the particular quality of early morning light that reminded him of driving Sophia home after their first date, the way Chicago looked at six AM after a night that had changed everything, when the city felt like it belonged to two specific people and

I could indulge myself and give him my number at the end of the trip if I could. I wanted to, but I had to remind myself of my new one-month rule. Attraction was one thing, but no falling madly in love. He took a sip of wine. "Speaking of which, will you go all the way?" I choked on my wine. "To Toronto, I hope?" He had me right. Actually, that wasn't a line from the movie O Expresso de Chicago? I laughed. “Yes, until the end, in Toronto. “Well, then, we have plenty of time to get to know each other. Where were we again? — He me

║3 Months Later. Chicago, Illinois, US║ The bustling nightlife that once felt foreign to me has now become the only place I go every day. There is no longer an Annalise Gracelyn Keaton who sits at the dining table preparing dinner to welcome her husband home. No more elegant woman in a knee-length dress attending tea parties in Fremont with her husband’s coworkers’ wives. No more Ann who visits her parents every weekend with gift baskets, pretending to live a happy married life.

Viktor bloody Romano — king of Chicago’s underground, nightmare in a three-piece suit — and there he was, standing at the altar, looking at Mia like she had put the stars in the sky just for him. The rest of the world? The politicians, the crime bosses, the old-money elites? They didn’t exist to him. Not tonight. Not when she was walking down that aisle like sin wrapped in silk. I should’ve been paying attention. But no — I was halfway drunk on champagne, halfway drunk on the fact that Dominic — tall, golden, safe Dominic — was spinning me around the dance floor like I was something fragile and sweet. Spoiler: I’m neither. “You look like you’re thinking murderous thoughts,” Dominic teased, h

“How did you—? That’s impressive. I think there’s also honey and peony, if I remember correctly.” He kissed up her throat, no longer caring about the various notes of the perfume. “You also taste like sugar.” “That’s probably the Dial soap I bought from Mike’s.” When he pinched her, she giggled. Although he could’ve taken her on the counter right then—just like last night—he backed away. Brushing her hair behind her ear, he asked, “How long did you live in Chicago?” Her expression became shuttered. She looked away, suddenly invested in the plate of crackers she’d set out. “For about seven years,” she finally said. “I grew up in Springfield, Illinois, as a kid but moved to Chicago after colle

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

she chuckled and crossed her legs. Liam nodded hesitantly. “Why don't we switch seats?” he asked, since Janette was seated close to the window. Janette didn't know why he was panicking, but she decided to play along. After switching seats, they were served food and Liam began. “Remember that night we met in Chicago?” Janette nodded. “Yeah. You saved me from robbers.” Liam nodded with a smile. “It was just like yesterday, Jane. I didn't know saving you would bring you into my life and make you rock my world,” he reached out and took her hand. “I didn't know I was going to fall for you either.”

"I understand. However, I wanted to. There was a heavy, electric atmosphere throughout the room. Jake's scent blended with the smell of pizza, and Mia could feel her pants getting wet simply by being close to him. She could feel the heat emanating from his body as he drew nearer. He held out a slice and said, "Hungry?" but his gaze never left hers. Mia bit her lip and nodded. Leaning so close that their forehead touched, he gave her the slice. Her chin got a little splattered with tomato sauce. She wiped away her anxious giggle, but Jake's finger trailed behind, moving past her lips and down to the bend of her neck. She felt her knees collapse. She was barely able to think. "Jake," s