A Slice Of Chicago Romance の小説・ストーリー

I continued to maintain a firm eye contact with him. “Yes I do have a thousand hoes but you are not a part of them and that makes me sad. I don’t want a thousand hoes, I want one beautiful bartender named Chelsea Star Ambers and I don’t know who told you that we aren’t married anymore but that’s sure as hell some false ass information.” He responded, as his eyes continued to graze over me. “You are one sweet talker, Mr Ricci but your sweet talk doesn’t work on me, at least not anymore. What are you guys even doing in Chicago anyways?” I hissed, walking away to the bathroom.

"What?! You cannot be serious, Father! " I interrupted him loudly, forgetting my place. Rising to my feet, my wolf was enraged by the injustice done against me. She rose to her haunches also, roaming restlessly. I was to be given away to the lycanthrope against my own will.

Alice, radiant in her lace gown, was twirling on the dance floor with Connor O'Brien, her new husband, their laughter mingling with the band’s jazzy rhythm. Guests danced and toasted, their joy infectious, and I couldn’t help but smile. Sammy and Avie were nearby, giggling as Elliot tried to teach them a clumsy dance move, his tie askew and his grin wide. This moment—Alice’s happiness, my family’s warmth—was a balm to my soul, a stark contrast to the Chicago I’d left behind. Yet, as I sat there, Alice’s earlier gossip about the disastrous brunch lingered in my mind, stirring memories of the city’s sharper edges.

He chuckled. "See,it is so easy to rile you up,Relax, love I was just teasing."I glared at him. The rest of the ride went silently,not the uncomfortable silence but an easy one. We reached a restaurant called Cite Chicago.Cite is nestled on the 70th floor of Lake point tower with unobstructed views of Lake Michigan that are bound to get anyone in a romantic mood.It is a very expensive place who does not give easy bookings.But who am I kidding?I am with Etienne frigging Martin.

We walked hand in hand back toward Navy Pier. “Want to get ice cream?” Jake asked as we walked. “Sure.” I replied. “How about…” I was cut off. “Jake? Is that you. Oh my God! It is you!” A drop-dead gorgeous brunette approached from our right. “I didn’t know you were in Chicago!” She squealed as she approached. I turned and looked at her, but not before noticing an annoyed look on Jake’s face. “Shit.” He mumbled.

he asked me thoroughly. “Oh wow, you expect me to forget about that flirtatious girl so easily? It's not that simple, baby” I said with a smile. “Once we arrive at Chicago, let's go get you a ring, it could block off a lot of these flirts”. I said to him while smiling. “Alright, if that would make you happy”. I smiled and kissed him on his lips. After an hour it was dinner time and in the same sequence, we had our dinner inside the boat dining room, and after that cool music began to play. A lot of couples started dancing to the music.

“Do you need my help, Christina?” “No!” Christina rejected him. “Let me slice the chicken up. I’m rather skilled when it comes to knives,” Seeing that Christina was prepared to slice up the chicken, Michael reached his hand out to grab the knife. “What a good husband you’ll make, President Larson.” Christina let out a cold smile. Why had she not seen him make her any soup before? Michael ignored the mockery in her tone and took over the knife. He was about to slice up the chicken when Christina saw his little-to-nothing knife skills and pushed him away. “Get out. Don’t make a mess of the kitchen.”

It was a gorgeous view and any description I gave could hardly give justice to the sight. “How about we hit the club?” He asked, swaying slightly on his feet. “Get some drinks, dance to some preppy song and have fun.” “How about we not?” I laughed, turning in his arms so I could look into his face. “Why does your idea of fun always have to include bars and alcohol? We’re in Chicago for crying out loud! I want to have the special Chicago deep-dish pizza, Mapo Tofu at Lao Sze Chuan…Chicago style Hot-Dogs…Tamales from the Authentic Tamale Guys…and so, so much more!”

I say catching the look of hatred Vincent shoots in my direction. Everett slides the cake closer. "You should. There's nothing I enjoy more than a woman who loves food." He's caught me in a net. Food and I have always gotten along. "Be careful, Vincent, if you let her out of your grasp, I might snatch her up from you." I swallow my bite of chocolate cake and nod my head at Vincent. "Yes, I really love Chicago." "I can see that," Vincent says as I shove another piece of cake in my mouth and hold back a moan. No point in antagonizing him to that level... yet.

she said, pausing at the door. “I won’t, but sure,” he replied, flashing her a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Love you, Iz.” “Love you too.” She left before he could see the crack in her resolve. Izzy stepped out onto the streets of downtown Chicago, the cold autumn air hitting her face like a slap. She pulled her coat tighter and merged into the rush of people heading toward their offices and meetings, all moving with purpose. The city hummed with life, its skyscrapers towering over her like silent sentinels. Izzy had always loved Chicago—the energy, the architecture, the way it felt like anything was possible here. But lately, the city had become a reflection of her own life—beau