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Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

"The one where they fall in love on the beach?" I nod. "Yup." "You're going to go see this year's hottest romance?" Kimberly asks Hudson, still not blinking. Hudson's lip twitches as he fights not to smile. "What my girl wants, my girl gets." The way he says "my girl" fills me with unintended warmth. Am I Hudson's girl? I want to be.

Bare, fragile, hurt. I didn’t like it. I hated it. “No.” “But you want it?” My cheeks flared, and my skin was suddenly vulnerable. My breathing increased. “And I know what this woman is offering. She’s bold, fresh, raw, youthful… what else?” I felt Gabriel’s breath on my neck. He was now standing behind me. My stomach stirred up from the building pleasure inside me. “Hungry for passion, warmth… sex.” Oh, God! I moved away from him. I shut my eyes briefly, composing myself to its rational state. “Mr. Stark… I don’t think it’s appropriate—”

She closed her eyes and for a moment wished she was back at the foundation party, the orchestra playing something warm and mellow in the background, Gabe moving her to the music with a familiar fluid grace. But now they were locked in an erotic dance, flirting at the edge of danger and she wasn't sure she knew all the steps. He had an erection that was hard enough to carve a hole in her. His thick rod was like a hot pipe pressing into her, the hair on his chest a rough carpet pricking at her breasts and nipples. She tightened her arms around his waist and nipped at his chest with her teeth. When she found a flat nipple she pulled it into her mouth, closing her lips over it.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Then suddenly… She grabbed his shirt tightly and kissed him. Hard. Passionately. Like she had been fighting the urge for hours. Mateo froze completely for half a second. Then his hand moved to her waist instantly as he kissed her back with equal intensity. The world around them disappeared. The music. The crowd. Everything. Camila felt heat explode through her entire body. His mouth against hers felt addictive. Dangerous. Perfect. Mateo pulled her closer instinctively, and the feeling of his body pressed against hers nearly destroyed every remaining rational thought inside her head.

"This romance condition will be limited to outside the room or the same rule will apply in the room." Kabir dada stared at her angrily, but she stared at him without taking her eyes off him. "Of course you want to shorten your stay here." She spoke with satisfaction. "It's not a matter of staying long or short. Just remember that as long as i stay here, don't try to stop me from doing any of your work. Out of a dream, you call me a mistress. It doesn't matter to me. I want to occupy this dormitory and here I should have the rights of a wife and that's it."

Asher was driving along the lower Manhattan street of Hudson in the Tribeca area, he was done with the day's work and was in the neighborhood to pick up Cassidy Myers from work, he knew a steamy bonk was in the cards tonight. Cassidy is Asher's secret lover, a tall, thirty-five-year-old divorcee with bottle-blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She runs a gallery in the Tribeca neighborhood, which she acquired from the large sum she got from her divorce from her ex-husband. Asher found Cassidy already waiting for him as he parked by the sidewalk of her gallery. "Thanks for coming to get me, lover boy," Cassidy said as she slipped into the car, giving Asher a peck on the side of his neck. "My place

“Tea looks fancy today.” “Chamomile with honey,” I said mock-proudly. “Very adult.” “Extremely adult,” he agreed solemnly. Then, with a tiny grin: “You know what’s not adult? The fact that I burned pasta yesterday.” “You’re never living that down.” He held up a hand. “I accept my fate.” Something flickered in the quiet between us—familiar, soft, a warm breath of the connection we’d been carefully rebuilding. Not the sharp magnetism from earlier chapters. Not the unpredictable intensity.

Thank you for not dropping the book, thank you for adding to library and thank you for not getting bored with Adrien and Camille 🤭 🌸 You all don't know how happy it makes me 🥹 Please stick to Camille and Adrien's story because it's about to get hot 🔥 Muah as you continue (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) **Author Carabella｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡**