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“I don’t think Miss Williams has spent a lot of time with President Henderson here, huh?” She smiled coldly, not knowing what was his intention. “I didn’t know Mr. Larson is such a busybody.” The latter ignored her and continued speaking to no one in particular. “Young Master Henderson is an expert in romance. I remember he did something so romantic that it almost shook the earth about two years ago!” “Michael Larson!” Matthew’s face fell as he called out to the man with his full name. His tone was filled with intimidation. “President Henderson, is it just me or do you seem slightly nervous?” Michael revealed an enigmatic smile. His eyes were filled with indifference.

“I love you, Lila Montgomery. You, this baby—you’re my family now. Grace can’t touch that.” I kissed him then, soft and sweet, until James bounded back in with his book. “Found it!” He paused, seeing us. “Were you kissing?” “Maybe.” Nick winked. “Problem with that?” James pretended to gag but smiled. “As long as you still read to me.” We settled into the fort, James between us as Nick read about dinosaurs and adventures. Eventually, James dozed off against my shoulder, his breathing deep and steady. “He’s out,” Nick whispered.

Patrick paused, dramatically looking down at his watch, “7PM. The time I promised I’d be here.” He grinned at me then and I had to lean against the door to give me strength. I hated how for the first time in my life my hormones were turning me into the heroines of those God-awful romance novels that had no spine and were so obnoxious you wondered why the hero even liked them in the first place. I didn’t say anything, so Patrick spoke again. “Is that what you’re wearing? I don’t think the restaurant has a specific dress code but I don’t think they appreciate cat-decorated pajamas and t-shirts with the words Rub for Luck on them.”

Patrick smiled and replied, “Thank you for your support Emmanuel, the nightmare is over. I’m grateful to the Lord for protecting my daughter and my grandchildren from harm. James, thank you sincerely, for saving my daughter.” Mr Johnson and James shook Mr Lewis’ hand, and then they rushed to the office. Patrick walked to Timothy’s car. Timothy was already in the car waiting for him. He drove his car to Mark’s mansion. When the robot turned red, Timothy looked at Patrick and said, “I don’t like James because he is coveting my daughter in love, but we have to thank him for saving my daughter in love and our grandchildren. When my daughter in love is better, I will invite them to have dinner wi

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It hurt so much when he used to say those words but I no longer cared. “What isn’t strange to you, uncle Adam?” Anthony shot at him. The man laughed heartily. “Don’t get me wrong. I am just being careful. Who knows why you two suddenly started dating.” I clenched my hands and glared at the man when he made eye contact with me. “You know, I have a family friend who has a nice daughter. I think being in a relationship with her would have been more beneficial to the family business seeing you’re ready to settle down with just anyone,” James, his puppy added, rubbing his chin.

“Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.” I offer a smirk of my own. “Right. And James Patterson actually still writes all his own novels.” Cassie grins. “You’re a literary snob. Aren’t you?” I wave her off, playing the game. “And you my dear are like the rest of your poor, deprived generation: You lack taste, Cassie. Taste.” “Oh.” She tilts her head and cocks an eyebrow. “Taste. That explains all those trashy Mills & Boon books you have in the Romance section.”

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.

I was born a badass… Once my warrior days are behind me, I’d like to work in the pack library with Patrick. “Sounds… Interesting?” I bit into a warm cookie and groaned in pleasure. If I could make love to this cookie, I would. We discussed the latest books we were reading, and I told her Patrick’s thoughts about chapter 9 in 'Roses and Thorns'. I laugh at her devilish expression as she flips to the chapter and scans it. Her cheeks flush so red she fans herself. Benji enjoys her sexual smut novels since her nose is usually in medical books.

Paz asked "As if he wants to eat me,as if I am his prey and he is a predator. You should have seen how he rubbed his hands on me earlier today." Angela muttered under her breath with her arms crossed on her chest "It's only your fantasies." Says Paz making a sneering remark, James St Patrick was known to be a womenizer alothough an infrequent one and Paz had heard that he prefers women with big asses which was something Angela lacked. 'Would you believe I neglected to put on my underpants as well?! It was really humiliating ." She responded