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She asked, curiosity getting the best of her. "Come with me," Dom offered. "Don't boss me around, I know my way around." She said, going back to her hostile tone. _____________ ********* Side Note: 'Fran-anglais' is a jargon we use in my country when someone mixes French and English words in the same sentence. I do not know if it is actually an English word, I have never looked it up, but that's the context in which the term is used where I'm from.

I am not mentally prepared. " When I said that I like you, I'm fvcking mean it. So please take my feelings seriously." End of chapter 88

'Moy muzh' stared back at me, multiple love heart emojis beside it and even though I was not fluent in Russian, I knew it meant something that would probably piss me off. Which is why I choose not to G****e translate it. "That fucking mad man. I am not going to let him do whatever he wants. I refuse to be like every other woman in this damned world!" ***

She smiled at him completely oblivious to the dark anger in his eyes, ‘Non, Mère, je n’aimerais pas me joindre à vous. Je ne pense pas qu’il soit approprié de boire du thé avec la salope sans cœur qui a kidnappé ma fiancée, l’a ligotée et droguée, puis a menacé de la faire violer et vendre aux enchères. Cela couvre à peu près tout ce que vous avez fait cet après-midi, n’est-ce pas ?’ [No Mother I would not like to join you. I do not think it is appropriate to drink tea with the heartless bitch that kidnapped my fiancée, tied her up and drugged her then threatened to have her raped and sold at auction. That pretty much covers everything you did this afternoon, doesn’t it?]

I shrug my shoulders He pulls me into his arms “Good, I want to be the only man in your life.” He tells me “Well then I want the same, so no thirsty women come after you.” I tell him narrowing my eyes at him. He bursts out laughing "vos désirs sont des ordres Ma vie [Your wish is my command my life]" I smile satisfied with his answer. "You spoil me too much" "Oh, baby if you think this is me spoiling you have no idea what I have instore for you when I really start spoiling my blonde beauty…" He kisses my forehead again

James intervened. "I told you to shut your mouth up until I was done." Em shouted. "Excuse moi, Madame. You never told me anything." Now James is arguing. "What moi?" Confused Em asked. "And two hours before you were calling yourself a genius. Excuse Moi means excuse me in French, bimbo." "How dare you call me a bimbo? It's not my fault that I don't know a thing about French." "Ha! No doubt about that. Your little brain could never understand the classic language, French."

Mon grand tu n'as jamais cessé avec tes blagues merci quand même Martial : Natacha je ne suis pas en train de blaguer je suis sérieux et si tu veux le savoir oui je suis amoureux de toi Moi: 😳😳😳 Martial j'espère que tu blagues j'espère bien. Martial : je ressemble à une personne qui peut blaguer ? Moi: excuse-moi ma sœur mais là je ne te reconnais plus pour moi tu es comme un grand frère Martial : je te comprends je te comprends parfaitement mais comprends-moi également les mots sont fort mon cœur n'en peux plus depuis tout ce temps alors c'est le moment pour moi. Moi: Martial si ça ne te dérange je suis déjà satisfait je vais demander à partir.

J'espère que tu me comprends ? Odilon : Je vois ce que tu dis. Nadège : Alors qu'est-ce que je dis? Odilon : Nadège : Soyons claire. Tu es amoureuse de moi n'est ce pas ? Nadège : Moi ? Amoureuse de toi? M'as tu entendu dire ça ? Odilon : D'accord excuse moi alors Nadège : Pourquoi tu t'excuse? Je sens que tu as du mal à comprendre les choses hein......

CHAPTER 23 Idée Fixe Idée Fixe - an idea that dominates one's mind especially for a prolonged period; obsession Origin: French 23 "Please tell me you'll come?" Here comes Tracy again, begging me to go along with her and her friends. I love Tracy but I don't love... I don't like, at least, most of her friends. It's a mutual feeling though and whenever Penny is around, all she'll ever do is to retaliate me. She gets to my nerve like I how I get into hers. She hates the way I dress. She hates every thing I do. She hates me being around the same place that she's around. She hates me. She loathes my entire being.

“Are you trying to insult me, ma petite Belle?” She opened the door and before getting out of the room, she looked at him again. “Like I’ve told you a few nights ago... Crois ce que tu veux. Je n'ai plus rien à te dire.” (Believe whatever you want. I don't have anything else to say to you.)