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The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

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He aputed Italian and that brought a heat down my spine. I wanted him to cuss in Italian as he fucked me. I stroked faster, harder. We were both looking down at my hand. I thumbed the underside of his shaft, then moved up to the slit. I smeared the precum waiting there over his skin, using it like lube as I continued pumping my fist. A hand suddenly twitched on my neck holding me but not using too much force. “In your mouth," he growled. " I need to get inside your mouth, amore."

Fabio snorted and said, "i am happy with it. And every furniture here was handpicked by my wife. It was not copied from a magazine. Come, let's go." Adriano followed him up thr stairs to the second floor. Fabio knocked quietly at a door before he opened it. He peeked in to make sure his wife was appropriate before he let Adriano in. "I was begining to womder if you had decided to move bavk to your father's house," his wife said. She looked up, and Adriano was taken aback. Fabio was married to an absolute beauty. Mira was a tall, graceful woman, her hair was red and well softly down her shoulders. She and a light sprinkle of freckles on her cheeks and nose. All her features were soft, except

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

Staring at the Prada shoes like the ones I’d bought my husband. “D’accordo.” Definitely Italian. What the fuck did that mean? “Don’t make me regret it.” Bile rose in my throat and I inhaled deeply to stop myself from retching. One of the men left, a pair of expensive Italian leather. Two remained. My heart raced. My vision swam. My ears buzzed. My lungs burned as I waited. Bu-bum. Bu-bum. Bu-bum. Bang. The last bullet. It felt like the final bullet before it was my turn.

, I huffed. She insisted on getting some more to try. As soon as she disappears from the scene, Fabio enters. Fabio, the boy who was a chubby kid like a pig and smelled like one, this was not Fabio. A large man with a sharp jawline and masculine body in a tailored black suit. His bangs make him more handsome. He is no longer the same Fabio. His eyes are busy admiring my dress. A simple V-necked dress with lace and veil. He's the first one to see me in this dress.

When a hard, naked body was pressed against my back, and a hand wrapped around my waist, my eyes snapped up. All color left my face. I didn’t need to look over my shoulder to know who was it. Fabiano. “Missed me, my lioness?” He rasped, his hot breath falling over my ear. ***

Lorenzo asks, stretching his neck over my shoulders to see what I'm reading. "A novel. Love to hate my stepbrother by lady barbecue." Inserting my finger through the pages I'm reading, I flip the book over so Lorenzo can see the cover of it. It's a picture of a teenage boy wearing a leather jacket with tats all over his body. "Hot, right?" I raise an eyebrow in question. Lorenzo scoffs. "Not as hot as me." He digs into the bag we brought along with us. "What's it about?"

"All of them?" "Yes." I carefully unwrapped each box to find hardbound books in them. I laughed out loud, reading the titles. I picked the first one, looking at the erotic cover page where a girl is sitting in a man's lap. He is wearing nothing. "Married to my boss," I read the title. The second one has the hands of a girl, cuffed to the bed, "The Mafia Don's Pet." The other one has a guy with a pack, a body I am so familiar with and the photo I have taken while he was in the gym. "Did you really put this on a book cover?"