Mexican Romance 소설 & 이야기

As if they've done this countless times. I've known him for a long time and I've never walked in on her inside his office. Roman’s voice, low and playful, cut through the room. "I already smelled something delicious when my fiancée walked in." His eyes met mine, and I felt a flush of heat that chased away some of the tension. “I'll have whatever she's having.” I fumbled with my bag and pulled out the aromatic takeout I had brought. "I brought Mexican—" "Mexican?" Penny laughed, a sound both sharp and cultured. She arched a brow at Roman. "Roman, you remember the last time we had Mexican food together, don’t you? You swore you’d never touch it again."

“How romantic of you, secretary” Sakura is an unflattering shade of red, same as Saeko. I can’t tell if they’re blushing from shame or from holding back their laughter. I hate them. I hate everything. And most of all, I hate Aronohai Miyamura. He can go to hell for all I care. I hope he ends up in the depths of hell. I pray he— “You’re not saying anything”. He pokes my arm. “You’re angry? Really?”.

LUCIANO It wasn’t until early morning hours that I finally went to bed. The trap was laid. Every table last night was strategically placed. There was a good reason why I sat Alphonso Romano next to the Columbians. He was a greedy bastard, and I knew he couldn’t resist jumping on a deal. It was exactly what I wanted him to do. Raphael would play along as if his father’s flesh moving business was still alive and offer a deal to Alphonso. The bastard would take him up on it and promise a shipment to Benito King along with an advance payment. He would end up empty-handed because Raphael would never deliver him women to sell. His sister, Isabella Nikolaev, would never speak to him if he ventured

"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.

I didn’t speak any Spanish language though Miguel had already taught us so he said that I should stay close to him. Mexico was an amazing country. People were working hard and they seemed to be having fun because of the smiles plastered on their faces. The street looked colorful, and the bright sun that shone above illuminated the street. As I roamed my eyes further, my gaze landed at Miguel who flicked his eyes away when I caught him staring at me. A smile crept across my face as he cleared his throat awkwardly. He leaned back against his chair, plastering a stoic face again, and crossed his arms above his chest.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

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.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

Romero looked at Franco and Luca, ‘I’ve had enough of these idiots, that’s twice I’ve had to cancel my trip to see Tash, she’s going to think I don’t love her anymore. Franco shook his head, ‘Nah, Boss, she’s crazy about you, she loves you to bits.’ Romero laughed, ‘Well she’d better because I worship the ground she walks on, now, let’s round-up that last of these fucking Columbians so I can go show her how much she means to me.’

Recalling how stunningly handsome her husband was in beautiful Cancun, Mexico, she couldn't believe she was married and had fallen in love. Bridgette closed her eyes and savored the sensation of his flesh melding with hers as they became more and more one soul. A sigh of satisfaction escaped her as she breathed lightly between parted lips as Rome made wondrous love to her. No man had ever made her experience this rush of heat sweep from the soft core of her center and burst forth like fireworks. Yes, Bridgette remembers how she rose to meet Rome in a moment of uncontrolled passion. She was eager to respond in the fiery blaze he lit within her as they exploded into sheer blissfulness.