Novel & Cerita A Slice Of Chicago Romance

Ryan and I had been married for three years. The first year on my birthday, he stayed at the office all night fixing a botched proposal that Katie Jones had messed up. The second year, he had to go out of town with her for a business trip on my actual birthday. And today, he left me standing alone in the pouring rain because of one phone call from her. I was still staring into space when I heard the guest room door swing open. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him walk toward me. He noticed the little smear of ice cream still on the corner of my mouth. Ryan let out a soft, resigned sigh, then grabbed a tissue and gently wiped it away.

I just regained my senses when I saw my husband, Kyle Cromer, sitting beside me with a bottle of water in his hand. "You've been asleep for a while, Sylvia. Here, have some water," he said, unscrewing the cap before offering it to me. In the past, I might have been touched by his thoughtfulness. But now that I experienced death and just got a second chance at life, I questioned everything. When I was eight months pregnant in my past life, Kyle abruptly insisted on taking me back to his hometown to give birth. He claimed his mother could take care of me and forced me onto a high-speed train that would take seven to eight hours.

he pretends not to understand me, so I grab his arm and spin him around to check him, I should have done this at my house but, the little Hazel made good enough entertainment to do such important work. “You look fine.” I touch up his hair a little before slipping my hand on his arms. “My rose, smile.” He doesn’t. He frowns with wide eyes, as if I just ask his kidney or lungs. “I have a reputation in the society Brian, I am the sweetheart of Chicago. Loved everyone, that will not change just because I am marrying the supercilious bastard of Chicago.” “You.” I cut him in middle. “You will smile all the time, be kind with everyone, and no frowning tonight. Okay, rose.” I place his hand on my wa

We were all laughing so hard that people at the other tables were staring at us. "I'm telling you," Stevens said, holding up a slice of pepperoni pizza. "The goalie was so confused he actually tried to save it for the other team!" I sat between Jax and Swiss. I felt so relaxed. I wasn't worried about my tie being straight or saying the right thing. I was just Liam. I reached for a piece of breadstick at the same time as Jax, and our hands brushed. Instead of pulling away as usual , I just smiled at him.

His gaze then shifted to Jennifer, his eyes full of a quiet, profound love. “To celebrate our victory, I was thinking we should go out tonight. Somewhere special.” “Pizza!” Adrian shouted with glee. Julian chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Close. I was thinking of the best Italian food in Chicago. I pulled some strings and got us a reservation at that little place in Little Italy… La Stella Caduta.” Jennifer’s breath hitched for just a second, a flicker so small only she could feel it. La Stella Caduta. Leo had promised to take her there for their first dinner as husband and wife. A celebration of their future.

It took Aunt Lena a lot of convincing to get me out of the apartment this morning. “I forgot how bitter this wind gets,” she muttered, pulling her scarf tighter around her neck I focused on the sidewalk, but all my senses were overstimulated. “It's quieter,” I said softly “Than Chicago” Chicago. My home. Roman's home. The city we were supposed to live in and fall in love then have a family... I shook my head, I couldn't think about Roman right now. If I did, I'd cry, but God, it hurts. Maybe I should have stayed, maybe I shouldn't.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

"Chicago it is." "Oh, my goodness!" My mother clapped with delight. "We're going to plan a real wedding of the century for Chicago!" The wife of Vince Moretti was a ghost. The schemes of Sophia, ashes on the wind. I looked at Dante, at the future reflected in his eyes. The war was over. And in the quiet that remained, I was finally, truly, home.

My chest rose and fell with each wavering exhale. It felt dirty seducing him like this when it had been obvious he was avoiding it. But I didn’t care, a woman had needs, especially under the cloak of a marriage. I let him burn away the lace from my skin, twice over. The hum of the AC and our heavy breaths the only sounds in the room. “I’m not hungry for food.” I twirled a stray lock with my finger, sweeping his body with my thirsty gaze. “What are you hungry for, gattina?”

“Let’s pick up some pizza and head home. You know how your mother gets when she’s hungry.” He laughed. “Not as angry as you, Dad.” The Fifth Republic Series continues with Luca's story in The Emperor. Flip to the end of this book to read the first few chapters of his story and preorder it now. If you're looking for something new to read while you wait for The Emperor, I've got another mafia romance with a golden retriever that falls first and hard for the woman he's forbidden to touch. Read It Kills Me now! For those who are looking for a dark romance about a very morally grey alpha with black cat vibes where the MMC makes the FMC earn her freedom, read Buttons and Lace now.