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Chapter Eleven Inside Ronnie's room was quiet and the design inside the entire house was really nice and beautiful. The furnitures, the floors, the antique and even the pictures and glass frames hanging on the walls. Everything seemed to be giving off rich and expensive vibes only. It was surprisingly very clean too. Too clean! Love had no idea boys could even be responsible for cleaning up after themselves. She would know better since she had elder brothers herself, who never showed a single trait like that. "Well, actually, i guess technically, he did know i was coming so i wouldn't give him so much credit for that," she thought to herself.

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With cold, clear terms. You end it. You never see him again. You be the wife you’re supposed to be. Or everyone finds out. Marlene finds out her mother is sleeping with her brother’s best friend. Adrian finds out his best friend is a homewrecker. Think you can survive that, June? The thought should have brought me satisfaction. It just felt hollow. I looked back out the window. The sky was beginning to lighten, a deep charcoal blue at the edges. The night was over.

We even made a promise to never see each other romantically, but since I discovered my addiction to erotic books, I've found myself blurring the lines between platonic and romantic friendship. He steps closer, his fruity cologne wafting towards my nostrils. And I almost feel irritated with how fast my thighs tighten. If only he knows how much power he has over me, even without touching me. “Where’s the book you were-” “It's just a geography book, let's–let’s get going,” I stutter, brushing past him quickly. Thankfully, he doesn't protest. As we walk out of my apartment, I notice how my dress accentuates my hips so well yet my hands clutches my purse tightly.

The mirror reflects a stranger—calm, poised, dangerous. That’s it, my wolf whispers. He believes it. I pull open the drawer where I’ve keep the books Camille has given me to read and hand hand the ones I’ve finished back to him. “When you have time, I’d really love some new history books,” I say demurely. “Your finished with them already?” He looks through the stack of books. “Are you sure you don’t want more romances?” “I prefer history. There is nothing more fascinating then the past.”

No acting. Clara poked her arm. “WHAT the hell, girl? Two months ago, you were all ready to ditch your oh-so-boring husband the second he came back. You were practically drafting your divorce speech.” Now look at Grace—totally smitten. In like… what, four weeks? Guess being ridiculously hot really is a superpower. And her husband? He wasn’t just hot. He was devastating. “That was before we actually got to know each other,” Grace admitted. “Now that we do… he’s actually kind of sweet.”

He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.

“Real ladies don't give out their room numbers.” “The kind of ladies I like do.” Light sparkled in his green eyes, and Cassie felt her knees go wobbly. Suddenly she was thinking of screaming orgasms that had nothing to do with alcohol. “So you like your ladies dirty?” Her voice wavered a little bit. The heat curling up around the base of her spine from the way he looked at her was affecting her vocal cords. He grinned. “Dirty. Clean. I like them all.”

"I mean because the man I want you to marry is the one you love and love you but instead of that... you ended up marrying me. Your one and only gay best friend." "Rather than me marrying that Owen! It's better that I marry you. Don't you want to?" "Of course, you're better off, you're not toxic like the other girls and boys there! Then if we live together in the same house, we won't have any problems." "I thought about that too! And when we find the one, the one we were meant to be, we can get divorced right! Isn't easy??" I smiled at him. "Yes, it is!" How many times did we catch up and laugh?

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?