Novel & Cerita Age Of Arrogance Novel

"...that in these 30 years of being your husband, I can feel how you melt with my touch. And take note, I've always caught you drooling over this body." "Oh, goodness!" I couldn't help rolling my eyes. I already imagined him saying those things...again! Well, he always does and let me tell you, that's his favorite dialogue. I bit my lip to stifle my laugh. If there's one thing that hasn't changed in him, it's his being so arrogant that he turned out to be a narcissist over time. "Come on, Sophia Kelley, don't deny it. I know how you always wanted to touch me and if I didn't know, you just always restrained yourself because you're afraid that the kids might be caught you."

With a suppressed sigh, I allowed myself to be pulled along. After walking through several streets, we stopped in front of an immense villa. The sheer extravagance of the place was overwhelming, and I finally understood the source of Arlette's strong confidence. Wealth often bred arrogance, creating the illusion that anything one desired would be handed to them on a silver platter. I struggled to hide the distaste I felt for this attitude.

Whoever was coming had them all on edge, which could only mean one thing. The boss is here. The door opened, and there he was, arrogance radiating off him like heat from the sun. Everything about him—the smug tilt of his head, the faint smirk on his lips—made my blood boil. He dismissed the men with a single snap of his fingers, and they obeyed without hesitation. He walked slowly towards me, spilling out some nonsense. “You know I could have you arrested for kidnapping,” I said, my voice sharp. He laughed, a deep, mocking sound that echoed in the room. “And I could have you arrested for trying to flee the country with my child,” he countered smoothly.

Across the street, a group of people were there, existing like they owned the world. One of them, the loudest among them, leaned against a sleek car, keys spinning around his finger. [Target Detected] High Arrogance Sensitivity Potential Reward Multiplier: ×3 Adam's pulse spiked. He wasn't sure why he even considered a random hallucination to be true. He wasn't even sure why he wasn't much shocked at what he saw. "You've got to be kidding me." He had ten minutes to convince one person that he was richer. That he was better and that he belonged above them.

The arrogance vanished, replaced by something cold. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet. “You think she’s better than me?” That was the real wound. Not heartbreak. Pride. Amara didn’t care about love. She cared about winning. About being chosen. And I had just chosen Aria. “You’re beautiful, I’ll give you that,” I shook my head at my own foolishness. “Just as a cactus is beautiful, but only from afar. Touch it and you’re life becomes living hell. And right now…you’re that cactus I never should’ve touched.”

I said. "I'll accept the accusation." We moved slowly. There wasn't much space, but Julian didn't need much. He guided me across the living room and after a few seconds I stopped worrying about where my feet were supposed to go. "You're surprisingly good at this," I said. "Surprisingly?" "You're arrogant." "What does arrogance have to do with dancing?" "I haven't figured that out yet."

Max's mother's gaze dodged for a moment and hugged, "Don't talk nonsense, I don't have much in mind Max's gaze was cold and he said, "Still lying Max's mother was staring at her son with a guilty heart and snorted, "Max, am I an elder or are you an elder? Are you just talking to me like this When you are arrogant, you don't respect your old age. When you are feeling guilty, you rely on your old age to sell your old age

Covering her lips that I wanted so much to kiss, she apologized, "Forgive me for laughing at you, Mr. Owen, but I find it hard to believe that you were abused as a child. I cannot kiss you." "You don't believe my story, right? You thought that rumor about me having an aversion for women was all a lie?" I asked her, as she strolled away from my desk to keep her distance from me. I slowly loosened my necktie to relieve some tension as my body was rock hard, and I could feel my erection threatening to spring out of my trousers. "No, it's not like I don't believe you, but why would you say that you were abused? Or you don't understand what the woman wanted. A woman or a girl?"

“That’s why you killed him?” “Annoy me?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Why would I kill somebody because they were annoying? I know exactly what you’re doing. Even then…” His sarcastic smile disappeared. She saw him move. But, it was too late. She was on his lap, looking up at his mean face, her head resting on his arm. He leaned down as though he was about to kiss her, and continued, “You always deemed me arrogant. You are the arrogant one. You and your dangerous naivety and that worthless pride,” His voice lowered to a wicked whisper. “I just want to peel all of them away like this piece of clothing.”

I kept everything bottled inside and it suddenly came bursting out when we had that argument. “Girls are really emotional fools” he stated. He was never going to change. “I wonder how those models of yours tolerate your arrogance and high handedness” I said. Seriously. It is the 21st century, who talks like that? “They love it because I am wealthy” he was saying when I scoffed “And am hot” he finished and all I could do was stare at him. “I cannot believe you just said you are hot. Over confidence!” He tensed for a moment. I was glad it was dark but for the candle on the counter and on the table. I could not see him glaring at me.