Novel & Cerita No 1 Mister Perfect

(Sí), bonita (sí) Mi casa, su casa (Shakira, Shakira) Oh, baby, when you talk like that You make a woman go mad So be wise (sí) and keep on (sí) Reading the signs of my body (uno, dos, tres, cuatro) I'm on tonight You know my hips don't lie (no fighting) And I'm starting to feel it's right All the attraction, the tension Don't you see, baby, this is perfection? Hey, girl, I can see your body moving And it's driving me crazy And I didn't have the slightest idea Until I saw you dancing (yeah)......... Stephanie breaks her hips to the rhythm of the song, making the crowd cheer loud for her. Finally, she was done with work, when she got off stage she saw her brother. " HI Spencer, what's up?" sh

For research. *** At 4:00 p.m., they were done reviewing the company documents. It was finally time to prepare their checklist for their ideal Mr. and Ms. Perfect. Freya began, “So, Kenneth. What’s your ideal girl, the one you want to be your one and only?” Her smile widened, but as Kenneth described his ideal girl, she thought, ‘That sounds familiar.’

Trust mel’ Her eyes flashed again, and her mouth — small, rosy and perfectly sculpted - curved into a smile so determined that my heart lurched heavily inside me, ‘You like being taken charge of, don’t you? I nodded again, feeling peculiarly light-headed. ‘Well then! I’m taking charge!’ *** Later, as I got ready, then made my way to the prearranged meeting place, the second thoughts began to arrive. For a start, I’d never been one for ‘girlie’ nights out: Chippendales and suchlike. And that club - Perfecto — the name rang a vague beli. It was notorious for something, but for what, I couldn’t for the life of me remember.

But the moment my tongue meets the spoon, I realize just how suggestive and inappropriate that was. My face burns with embarrassment as I look up. To my surprise, Mr. Kim is staring at me, eyes wide and frozen like someone zapped him with a jolt of electricity. The silence stretches on until a young guy clears his throat----- "I'm home, Dad!" To be continued

In his opinion, it was still lacking and not one hundred percent perfect in terms of preparation. Andre nodded. "It's absolutely certain. The gown and the venue are ready. Everything is arranged by my colleague. Oh, yes, Allisya, you don't have any classes tomorrow, right?" Andre asked just to make sure there would be no interference or obstacles tomorrow. Andre only wanted everything to go smoothly without any issues. Allisya was very nervous until she was snapped out of her reverie when her mother pinched her hand. "It hurts, Mom," she said softly, almost whispering.

He was way taller than me, so he leaned closer to me before he hissed and shook his head for a bit seemed like he rebuked the idea of me taking for all our orders this night, probably because he was thinking that I only afford to buy him just a cup of hot chocolate. "Just find choose a table there. I'll be taking our orders." I gave him a side glance before I handed him my debit card as if telling him to charge it all to my account this time. He messed up my hair badly before he burst into laughter. I saw the genial smile from the owner, Mr. Robin, forcing himself not to laugh, probably in his late 50s. He was now wearing new glasses, it was nearly falling off his round face, I have had noti

I was just settling down in my office when Saira entered and raised her eyebrows when I looked up at her from files. “So Mister Perfect joked about your rest, huh?” And I chuckled softly while she settled down on the chair against me. “No, he didn’t. But some important work came up and he had to fly to Italy, this morning.” I explained to her and she sighed. “Oh, that’s…. Anyway, I came here to see how you’re doing after his departure.” She said sheepishly and I rolled my eyes. “Shut up and go, check your emails.” “Ohh God. I was doing good until you showed up here. I was relieved when Mr. Perfect informed me about your vacations but…..” she sighed dramatically and I glared at her.

An Adonis? I think he's a perfect ten on a scale of ten, the most handsome man I've ever seen. "Yes, how can I help you?" he asks in an angelic voice, as if he is trying to hide his amusement. Am I drooling? I hope not, that would be embarrassing. How can a male secretary be so gorgeously beautiful? He should have been a model or celebrity.

No, correction, his fingertips definitely brushed that place. A shudder ran through my body, and for one horrifying second, I almost let out a sound. I clenched my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut, locking the moan back in my throat. I heard him chuckle quietly, low enough that it sent another shiver down my spine. Then, almost to himself, he muttered, "So that’s it? Turns out Miss Perfect isn’t as innocent as I thought." Shit, what the hell is he talking about?! I tried desperately to pretend I hadn’t heard him. There was a very good reason I didn’t have underwear on.

It was our song, the song we all agreed was ours, Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I didn’t have to look at my brothers as we each went to one knee. “Riko Ayane Shiraishi, before you, we wouldn’t have dared to believe in fairytales.” I started. “But then all it took was one look, and each of us fell so deeply in love with you.” Elijah continued. “We knew in that instant there would never be anyone more perfect for us.” Darius said.