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Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force. My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me. They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

When the familiar orchestral theme began to play, she turned sharply toward me. “No.” “Yes.” “You do not watch Bridgerton.” “I do now.” She tried to hide her smile and failed. “You’re ridiculous.” “And yet you’re still here.” The episode began. She settled into the couch slowly, taking another spoonful as the opening scenes unfolded. She laughed under her breath at the dramatic narration. She gasped once during a particularly bold scene and swatted my arm lightly. “Why are you enjoying this so much?” she demanded. “I am enjoying seeing you enjoy.”

Or, what was that thing you took me to the other day? “Slam poetry….” I said, holding back a laugh. I might have chosen that last date just to mess with her, after she forced me to eat at so many high class restaurants. “Let’s go.” I said, taking her hand in mind and walking her towards the entrance. Behind a 10-foot brick wall lies a beautiful garden. I had chosen it because, on one of our last dates, she had mentioned Bridgerton. She had not read the books since she claimed to have no time or interest in reading. But she did watch a lot of reels about the show before finally trying it.

”Yeah, I’m speechless” I agree. ”What was the name again?” Sebastian asks. ”Pride and Prejudice” Aiden replies. ”This was good, I have to admit. Such strong emotions” I tell him. ”How did you..where did you know this?” Sebastian asks. ”I actually like old romance books, I know this movie was from year 2005 but it’s based on a book by Jane Austen from the year 1813 if I remember correctly” Aiden explains. ”I forgot your minor is English literature” I smile at him.

She’d share when she was ready. “So have you watched Bridgerton?” Dianna asks. We all look at her. I look at her confused about where she was going with this. “I haven’t watched the first two seasons, but the third season is amazing. Nicola and Luke did and amazing job…” Dianna says. I frown. “Should you be skipping season?” I ask. I have an obsessive personality and what I hate most is starting something halfway. I couldn’t start a book and then put it down and never pick it up again. I’ll be constantly thinking about what happened. Even two years after putting it down.

"Oh My! Young Miss, look at this! They were drawing the illustration of the author! He is so handsome!" Her servant pointed a picture in the last pages of the books. A man with dark chocolate hair and a pair of beautiful eyes which have the same colour with his short hair. He looks like a small porcelain doll with warm smile. Just as Mary say, he is indeed a good-looking man. Gillian Bridgerton was a name which written under his picture. "Young Miss, he is living in Capital! A young man who wrote so many romantic stories must be knowing about how to treat woman! I like him already!"

--- Three seconds of silence. Then Bernard Osei wrote something down and said, "The vote is three to three. The tiebreaker goes to the Ashford Corporation principal, who has voted for the Bridgerton approach. Bridgerton's proposal carries." Kate's face stayed where it was. She was looking at Seris. He was still looking at her. His expression was the professional one, measured and even, but underneath it was something that she could read because she had been reading him for twenty years, and what it said was simply: *I'm sure.*

I respond. He nods in agreement and I press play for the episode to continue. Two hours later, we finished season one of Bridgerton and we were discussing our thoughts and if it was better than the book. Blake starts by saying, “In my opinion, the season is better than the book. The book was kind of boring but the season gave us more spice.”

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.