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“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

"Mine is supernatural and mystery." "Am guessing you must like romance novels.... I mean all girls does...... " I shut the book am reading with a loud thud, cutting him shut. raising my head to give him a glare, I growl out in frustration. "I don't like romance novels, they are so cheeky and so unreal, I prefer supernaturals, especially were wolves. Satisfied." "Umh.... Almost." He smiles sheepishly. I rub on the tip on my nose with my fingers, massaging it softly.

“The novel’s title is Shocking Shocked, and it tells the story of a guy who was electrocuted after disclosing shocking news?” I bit the bottom of my lip. “Well... It’s one of my favorite novels.” She slapped herself across the forehead. “Dainty! We should not read novels like these. I assumed you were interested in romantic novels, so I let you read books, and then I’ll know that you’re reading about terror and murder novels?!” My mouth was closed. What can I do if I’m not a fan of romance novels? Horror, mystery, and psychological stories are my favorite, and not romance. When I read a romantic novel, my whole body convulses. They simply do not appeal to me.

came my reply and I walked over to where she was standing and held out my arms for a hug, she fell into my arms and started to cry. After a couple of minutes with her head resting on my chest she started to speak "I have been so mean to you and the reason is that I love John and I was getting confused and upset about it, John is my husband but he never made me feel as alive as you do. I have told John that I have been sleeping with you and to my surprise he said that he already knew and is happy as long as I am. He is happy for you to share my bed once week, I also won't ask that you remain exclusive as I cannot give you love but I will not loan you out as my cock for hire. "

he said. "Thank you," I said wondering why he was being so nice to her. He's nice to other workers too but he's nicer to her. I searched the collection of books for the one I'll read. Just so sad Damian adores mystery novels. I don't enjoy them. "Here, I bought you some romantic novels," he said behind me. "Huh?" I said turning in the process. My hands flew to my mouth when I saw the novels on the table. Not one, not two, nor three but more than dozens which I couldn't even count by just standing here, and it looks like they were all written by my favorite author.

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

"I didn’t know the person the Cromwell family found would be her back then," Carl’s voice was calm. Old Mr. Jenkins didn’t tease his grandson for too long—after all, he was beyond satisfied with his future granddaughter-in-law. “Then you better put in the effort! If you don’t know how to woo someone, read some romance novels and get inspired!” Read novels? Carl had no intention of doing something so mindless. However, when he opened his phone and saw that a certain someone hadn’t replied to any of his messages, he casually scrolled and clicked on a trending romance novel that was wildly popular among girls.

Carefully, I slide the book from her lap and flip to the first page. It’s a romance novel. Women read about the kind of men they want, right? It doesn’t mean anything. It won’t hurt if I actually like the kind of guy she’d be into. It’d make our act more convincing. That’s all. I flip open the book and let my eyes skim the first few lines. She knew she shouldn’t want him. He was trouble, wrapped in a smile that made her forget her own name. I pause. That’s... intense.

At least I hope he is. When I finish the burrito, I lean back on the couch and grab my e-reader from the coffee table. A new book in my favorite Boy Band series released a few days ago, and I've waited to start. Every woman who reads romance has her favorite genre. Billionaires, vampires, sports stars, the list goes on and on, but for me it's musicians. Moody rockers to be precise. I'd never date one in real life... well except the DJ incident a few months ago. In reality, musicians are way too moody. But in books I get the best parts of them without having to live with drug overdoses and the cheating.

Something flickered in his gaze that I couldn't understand, but then, his lips lifted into what I could only call a deep devastating smirk. “In that case,” his voice rumbled as he stood up. “we have a deal… Eva.” With that, he took my hand— …Oh. Oh shit. His hand was warm and enormous, completely engulfing mine. A spark ran through me, sending a low thrum of heat. I was no stranger to hot men. Hell, I'd stripped him naked—save for his underwear— hours ago. There was absolutely no reason to be fascinated by the size of his fingers or where they could potentially be.