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and moved back. Everything was too much for me to intake. All surreal but scary. I composed myself and said," I used to think you are an irritating, arrogant, and ruthless businessman. Never in my dreams, I thought you can be a ‘hopeless romantic’ too.” "See, when it comes to romance, I believe in keeping it simple. For a second, did you call me ‘hopeless romantic’ by any chance?", his words held a little annoyance. Very little that to be noted.

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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.

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

We had embarked on this journey together, ready to immerse ourselves in the charms of Italy and unravel its mysteries. Hand in hand, we walked through the hotel's grand entrance, greeted by the warm hospitality that Italy is renowned for. The journey was just beginning, and I couldn't wait to uncover the secrets that lay hidden within the winding streets, bustling piazzas, and ancient landmarks of this captivating country. Italy, with its timeless beauty and alluring allure, had embraced us, inviting us to surrender ourselves to its enchantment. And with hearts full of anticipation, we ventured forth, eager to explore the wonders that awaited us in this land of romance and endless possibilit

The scent of her still lingers in the air, soft and sweet, mixed with smoke and defiance. Luca slides into the chair across from me, sipping his endless espresso. He eyes the splattered food on the wall and smirks. “Looks like she’s not impressed with your hospitality.” “She’s learning,” I mutter. “That what you call it?” He leans back, his lazy grin cutting sharper than it should. “Most women are on their knees by now, begging for your attention. She’s throwing eggs at your face.” “Exactly.” Marco wanders in, twirling his knife. “So when do you want me to break her in? Rough her up a little, show her she’s not untouchable?”

"Looking all lovey-dovey." "Don't you two have studying to do?" "It's summer." Giulia waved off the suggestion. "And this is much more interesting. Uncle Matteo, the Ghost, all soft and romantic." "We didn't think it was possible," Marco chimed in. "Thought you were made of ice." "I'm going to be made of anger if you don't—" "Matteo." The voice cut through my annoyance like a blade. I turned to find Mrs. Clementine Romano, Vincenzo's mother.

“You are married to our master, so it is only natural we call you Ma. I shook my head quickly. “No. Please, call me Elena. It feels wrong otherwise.” She tilted her head, considering. “Alright, Elena. But only if you call me Zia Chiara,” she said, using the Italian word for Aunt. ( Aunt Chiara). A smile broke across my face. “Deal,” I said, and we both laughed. As she set a steaming dish before me, I frowned at it curiously. “What’s this?” Her eyes twinkled. “This is lasagna al forno. A very common and very delicious Italian dish. You’ve never had it?” I shook my head, wide eyed. “Well, you will love it. Try.” She gestured encouragingly.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

“Meanwhile he’s been fucking that girl from his gym for weeks. I found the texts.” Dante’s jaw tightened, but his voice stayed even. “He’s an idiot, Riley. Always has been when it comes to women like you.” His eyes dropped to my mouth for a second, then back up. “You’re young, smart, and you don’t take shit. Any man who can’t see that doesn’t deserve to touch you.” The way he said “touch you” made heat rush through me. I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together, feeling myself get slick just from the conversation.