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Why stop now? When we got back to the ranch, Ryan asked if I wanted to go horseback riding. I declined, so he headed to the studio to work on some music for the band, and I wandered into the library. It was just a small room with bookshelves on every wall and a comfortable desk and chair in the center. As for books, there was a little bit of everything, from World War II pulp fiction military novels (which I’m assuming had belonged to Ryan’s grandfather) to Jane Austen to Harold Robbins paperbacks. I went unconventional (for me) and settled on a book titled Papillon about a French safecracker in the mid 20th century who was sentenced to life on Devil’s Island. The paperback’s cover – which w

Later that night, Aki stood by the garden gate, alone, running a trembling hand through his hair. The wind was gentle, brushing the tops of the roses Cayleigh once planted herself. He could still smell the faint citrus and jasmine she used to wear, lingering like a ghost in the quiet air. Somewhere inside the estate, the lights were dimming. She was probably in bed now—alone, but not cold anymore. And that thought terrified him. He had crossed a line. Maybe not with his lips. Not with his hands. But in his heart. Because somewhere along the way, between the apologies and the silences, he had begun to fall for her.

Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn when she swaps books with Robin Nasir, the popular and wealthy boy at Coastal Field Royal. She visits his mansion to retrieve her irreplaceable first edition of Pride and Prejudice, but finds herself drawn into an intense and passionate encounter. ************************* The library at Coastal Field Royal was a sanctuary of silence, its towering shelves lined with leather-bound tomes and the faint scent of aged paper. It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn.

The sudden, unwanted arousal I feel in my jeans is a shock, a betrayal from my own body. The anger I feel at my own thoughts, the disgust at my reaction, boils over. Without thinking, I grab the back of his neck, pull his face to mine, and smash my lips against his. The kiss is a desperate, furious thing. I devour his mouth, my tongue forcing its way in. I taste alcohol, and the bitterness of my own desperation. He responds with the same energy. All I can think is that this is so wrong. I am supposed to marry his sister. But I can't stop. I am blaming it on the alcohol, but the truth is, I don’t want to stop.

“It’s open. Anyone could come in.” “Oh.” He stepped back, the heat between us cooling for a split second as he pulled away. “Is that so?” I nodded. Part of me wanted this, wanted him, but the other part was terrified of being caught. “Okay,” he muttered. He reached down and picked up the books from the floor, straightening his suit as he walked back to his seat. I stood there, frozen. I didn’t expect him to flip a switch like that, going from a lover to a cold professor in a heartbeat.

Pleasing his wife meant trying to share some of her interests, but he didn’t expect to be pages deep into a story about some Afghans and their wars. This was not a romance story. He shut the copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns. He only enjoyed her mafia romance novels when he was reading them to her, or he would have started with those. They contained lots of misinformation about the mafia, but Camilla cared more for the main leads happy ever afters so he kept shut. Maybe that was why she liked the books. They were a respite from her mafia reality. The long-awaited call came in. His phone buzzed on the hotel bed, and he tossed the book on it. He picked up the device and murmured a gruff, “Tell

But she stopped talking about him after she found out about his affair with the baker's wife. Are all men unfaithful? I wondered as I locked gazes with Cosimo. He sat in front of me flashing his signature arrogant smirk. With no shame whatsoever, he eyeballed me the whole way to Porto Luce, while keeping his left arm extended on ‘Miss Top Model in Florence's’ shoulders. She was so invested in playing SweetSmash; she didn't even flinch when Cosimo adjusted his pants and re-positioned his penis. I quickly glanced away, but I could not unsee his swollen groin area.

“Touch me, and you’ll regret it!” Emily shouted, pushing away a male doctor who had tried to calm her. She screamed, “All of you just protect each other! You’re all corrupt! What’s Anna giving you in return? If you don’t let me expose her, I’ll take my son and jump from this building!” The room erupted with chatter. "Maybe she’s right. Could Dr. Miller really be in an affair?” “I don’t know, but Dr. Miller’s young to be a lead physician. I wouldn’t be shocked if she… you know, used certain ‘connections’ to get here."

I flinched back, but she kept coming, close enough that I could smell her perfume, the same one she'd worn my entire life, jasmine and something powdery, mother, close enough that I could see the individual tears catching in her wrinkles. "I didn't know about Paris," she said urgently, grasping my hands, her fingers cold and dry and familiar. "I didn't know you'd met there, that she was who you'd fallen in love with there. I thought, Stephanie told me you were just an affair. A fling. Something Xandr was doing to hurt me, the way she'd always hurt me." She was shaking my hands now, trying to make me understand, trying to make me feel what she'd felt.

An intense affair began between them, with no concern for the consequences. Clothes lay scattered on the carpet, torn stockings and her blouse nowhere to be found. Emerald sat up on the bed, covered only by a blanket over her naked body. Seeing her black bra, she picked it up and put it on. Suddenly, the man's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into his embrace. "Where are you going? Let's sleep together," he said in a hoarse voice. His arms were tightly around her waist, his hot, muscular chest pressed against her back. Strong, sexy, and sultry—just a few reasons why she chose him.