I'm Mister Lover Man の小説・ストーリー

I love you Your Jenny"

Audrey asked, and the man in the dark smirked after Audrey said that. "Mavis is a fool when it comes to love. If he loves a woman, he loves her with everything dwelling inside of him, such that he won't hesitate to give you his company when you ask for it, and what happens when he gives you his company?" The man in the dark asked, and Audrey smile. "The company will go straight to your name, and I'd have everything I want" She said.

He asks, combing her hair with his nails. Mr. Lover Boy! He knows all about love so much, and that was why he left me like total garbage and married that skinny witch, right? She knows about love so much that is why she was screwing me upstairs and savoring that sin as if he does not have a wife. He did not even make a mistake and slip out his wife’s name. What a lover, boy! Love, my foot!

I asked coldly. “Are you okay?” He asked. “Yes, I am fine,” I replied firmly. He looked at me. “Look, I just wanted to tell you I am sorry about Celine’s crazy behavior this morning, and it isn’t what you think about Linda and me. Like I said, she is like a sister to me. We aren’t lovers.” “So? How is it my business?” I asked, hating him. “It isn’t… I just felt since you saw us… you know. I don’t want you getting the wrong idea that I have feelings for her-“

She said in a voice that almost sounded like a whisper. " What? " The man's voice sounded deep and magnetic, his breath landing on her face in such close proximity made the butterflies flutter even more. The man suddenly moved in an attempt to get up, but she persisted, putting her weight further down and pushing his chest in place. Was he trying to ruin her beautiful moment by getting up? The man looked at her questioningly, his beautiful brow raised. Her dimpled smile returned to her face. Never mind, you never stay upset with beauty. Maybe standing on a rooftop allowed her to call down an Angel, how could she just let him get away? What if he flew back up into the sky never to be seen aga

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' But I hope I am ready to love again ' " Sorry for the straightforward question. I just don't want to be a mistress, or be called as a boyfriend stealer. I don't want to encounter fight, with your girls " I understand her point for that. " Same. I don't want to have fight with your boys too " I said mimicking her voice. Then we both laugh at each others weirdness. I hope this won't be just for tonight. I want to experience this everyday, like how I used to.

He smiles before pulling out, still holding my breast. Then, he turns my face towards him and surprises me with a soft kiss on the lips. "Don't run away from me, Phoebe Meyer." It's been a while since I heard him say my name in full, usually reserved for when he's upset or not in the mood. We've come a long way, yet I still doubt what happened last night. The idea of us making love like lovers is hard to believe. I'm nestled in the arms of a man who seldom reveals his emotions, whom I've dubbed 'MR LOVELESS'.

“Jessica is with Prudy. Why did you change your mind?” He gives me a look that tells me that I am supposed to know his reasons. And just like that, I hear Jessica's voice. “Forced closed proximity.” A tiny smile sprouts on the side of my face. Mr. Lover won't know what hit him tonight. He returns to his seat, his expression sullen. Where some see an opportunity, others, like him, sees a punishment. “I am getting sleepy. And now there’s no coffee to keep me awake.” He says with a sigh.

Leaning back in his seat, he watched Dean with a half-amused, half-amused expression, casually tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. A hesitant voice came from outside the door. "Ah, it’s you, Mr. VIP. Well, here’s the thing… someone has offended Uncle Ben, and now everyone’s looking for him. I’m not sure if he is in your…" The man cut him off sharply, his voice cold yet laced with an undeniable authority. "I’m with my lover in the car, and you still dare to interrupt?" He deliberately elongated the word "lover," lacing it with a tone of mockery.