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Her nipples were being seen by the men watching her. “I want to book her!” Someone stood up and went to the cashier area to pay. Heart then smirked. ‘Okay, finally a sex not with my CEO.’ Heart thought and felt relieved. The man who booked her was a Korean, his name is Michael Park. A young CEO, 23 years old. He looks like an idol.

“A room, please?” The man turned to him with a transactional smile, his eyes assessing how much he could charge the punk from the outer world. “Of course, sir,” he replied, opening the check-in log. “Anything in particular?” “Yes. I want your best room.” “I’m afraid it’s already booked, sir. Maybe the second best?”

“No one is sending any one to hell. We are meeting in fifteen. Reach as soon as possible.” I hung up the call. I wished that I knew what this was about but as far as I was about demons they were never going to let you know something until you really were needed to know about it. Finally we reached the bookstore. It was named beautifully. Books and Blues. Well for people who did not know the irony would not understand it but it was a good business and Hannabelle was an astute businesswoman. And I did not know but I was sure that something was up with the coffee of this house which would only mean that she had magicked the place in such a subtle manner that people flocked here for the coffee a

"If you tell him that I'm here, he'll tell me to leave." I pulled my hand away from her hold. "He is currently occupied and people aren't allowed to waltz in unexpectedly. I recommend you wait, at least." "Wait? What part of 'asap' didn't you understand?" "It's rude to intrude, Miss. Mr. Clarkson is a very busy man." She rolled her eyes at me. "Do you realise that you're being rude? Do you know who I am? If Micheal hears about-" "Hears about what?" Michael asked as he stepped out of his office with Mr. Muhara.

He needs to preserve who he is – a story – something that will always be remembered, something that someone rarely forgets. Next to the hotel where he spent the nights with Daniel multiple times is a mall. Inside it, of course, were bookstores. He goes inside and heads towards the nearest available ‘Booksale’ boutique and scans among the wide array of pre-loved books which are still good for any collection. He bumps into a girl holding an orange paperback novel seemingly invested in its plot, ‘The Darkest Minds’ the book cover reads. “Hey,” he tapped the girl’s shoulder. “Hmm?” the girl looks in his direction, she has a short hair, rounded face, and a cheeky smile.

That won’t be so bad, right? “How about a snack? Because it’s already past six o’clock, and I have to have dinner at home. What do you say?” “Sure, sounds good! I’m at the parking, I’ll see you inside.” Jacob seems to be panting when she saw him at the door of the book store. She waved her hand and called out to him so he’d notice her.

Not at all. "I don't like being read," he said, half to himself. "I wasn't reading you," she said. "I simply… offered a page." Tension hung there. Then Julian moved, pushing a sleek black card across the counter. "For the books." Lena blinked, then hesitated. "Oh—Aria tends to use the store tab—" "I don't like tabs," he cut in smoothly. Lena gazed at the card. Platinum. His name embossed in clean silver letters. Of course.

I walk up to him. “Hey,” I greet. “Hey back,” he says looking up from his phone. I sit next to him and this close, I can smell his expensive cologne. He is definitely rich. I mean he’s wearing a suit and an expensive watch. Also, he was ready to pay double for the room. “What are you doing here? You should find one before the weather gets worse.” “Everywhere is booked. I checked.” He shows me his phone with the g****e page.

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You may ask, because the last time he ghosted her was on a similar night like yesterday and Anjali did not want the history to repeat so she made up her mind to visit him and collect the bag from the mall which she forgot yesterday and head back home. She drove her car to his current house, parked the car out and marched straight in as if she owned the place. His house was quiet, clean and calm She looked around and found him on the sofa, fast asleep, his hands folded across his chest, eyes shut close. He had worn a white shirt, his reading glasses were still on and the book he was reading last lay in between his folded arms, hugging tightly. Sadly! Anjali won’t know that it was not the book