My Man Is Cupid Reviews Novels & Stories

Relax and think of all the dirty things I’m going to do to you when I have you back in my hands. I had no idea he could be this sweet; that underneath all that broodiness was a marshmallow. Okay, maybe a hard marshmallow, but at the center there’s goo. I wish I knew more about relationships. Women always say men will say anything to get into your pants, but I’m already bought and paid for. This shouldn't have to be some game to him. “He’s so sweet.” “Never heard someone call him that before,” Cupid says, making me realize I said that out loud.

Then, he would get engaged to Wendy. A cruel man, no doubt about it. I snickered. "If you're here to humiliate me, I'm sorry to disappoint you. Just a piece of advice, though: Lucian doesn't love anyone but himself. It's one thing to have a marriage of convenience. If you really fall in love with him, you'd lose." Wendy's expression instantly turned ugly. I was just about to get up when she picked up her cup of coffee and splashed the coffee on me.

“Harassing another person’s bride in public isn’t appropriate, is it?” All eyes turned to the man behind me. Conrad stood in a bespoke wedding suit, tall and statuesque. His bright eyes scanned the lawn as he strode toward me with long, purposeful steps. From expression to posture, there was not a trace of the wild, unhinged madness he had shown before. For a moment, everyone was silent. “You lunatic! Why are you here instead of the mental hospital? You really think you can be Kendall’s husband?”

"Honey, don't misunderstand. I only just found out that Daniel brought Zion back to the country. We happened to run into him, so we stopped by the kindergarten to register. You…" "I understand," I interrupted, turning with Teddy. Daniel, however, called after us with casual confidence, smiling brightly. "Leo, long time no see." He pulled the boy sitting nearby forward, introducing him to my son. "Teddy, this is Zion. Say hi. You could be friends." Zion leaned in, staring at Teddy's eye with disgust. "Daddy… his eye is fake. Gross." Teddy went pale and shrank behind me, ashamed. Rage coursed through me.

All my colleagues called it weird and uneven, but I didn't care, as I believe I have my own rights to be just me and that so much dignity makes my day, hmm, happy. After that nonsensical argument, I sat on the couch near the fireplace, thinking about what to do next. “Oh, the young lady is here, sitting like a princess, why don't you help your mother prepare our dinner, lady?” A manly voice entered the room. As if I care! I am not in the mood to talk to him, not when he cancels his decision that he'll throw me into his native country Philippines next week! I didn't even attend Taylor Swift's concert and Sabrina's Eras Tour! Argh!

I remove the helmet that I was wearing and grip it tightly before screaming, “YAH! He turn to face me and gave me a weird look. He just stood there and it gave me a moment to admire his beauty. He was like a real life Adonis. The young cupid has now bloom into a very beautiful god. My eyes held his blue eyes. His eyelashes are so long that it brushes his cheek every time he blinks. His nose was a bit crooked; maybe he’s gotten into fights before and his lips, same as before. They are shaped like cupid bows and have the color of the deepest red. His laugh caught me off guard as it woke me from my admiration. He took my hand and said in his now deep voice, “Lass, back off. The likes of you are

Cade sees that I am a bit angry and asks me if everything is alright. I answer by telling him that it is nothing that I cannot handle. He gives me a sweet kiss and everyone is back at the table, drinking and reliving memories with me. Cade listens carefully, intrigued by everyone's experience with me. When it is Manure's turn and tells his stories with me, Cade can't believe when he hears the description that Manure does of him, having an enormous cock that only I could handle.

THIS MAN! ************************EVE'S FORBIDDEN!!!!!! THE END

The man smiles, “I think you look really cute with this hairstyle. With just a trim, you’ll look really adorable.” “Precisely. I don’t want to look adorable, I want to look hot and sexy,” I counter. The man nods in understanding, “Do you have a particular style in mind?” “Something that makes me look like a man! A masculine Man.”

she said wistfully. We watched him make his way to a table. “Please let him sit at my table,” Pam prayed. Please let him sit in mine. I thought. My prayers were answered. “Damn it,” Pam said. Heart hammering, I rushed over to him. He was reading something on his phone, so I stood waiting. His sexy masculine cologne teased my nostrils. Whatever he was looking at was clearly making him angry and upset. “Get me Pinot Noir.” His voice was deep and sexy, my heart fluttered.