Novel & Cerita Perfect Man Chocolate

And when he smiled back at me, like I’d just said exactly the right thing, my heart fluttered against my ribs like it wanted to be his. I picked up my fork with shaking fingers and stared at the dessert. It looked like a glassy dome of dark chocolate, dusted in something gold and delicate, sitting on a swirl of cream so perfectly placed it could’ve been painted on. I tapped it gently with the side of my fork and it gave way with the softest snap. Adriano watched me as I finally brought a small bite to my mouth, and oh my god. It was perfect. Creamy, dark, and warm in a way that made my toes curl in my heels. My eyes fluttered shut for a second without meaning to, and when I opened them, he w

His honey-brown hair slightly fell in his blue eyes, which were ringed with thick, dark lashes I would die for. I couldn’t look away from this gorgeous specimen of a man who made my lower belly squirm. When Mr. Perfect noticed my stare, he flashed me a flawless set of bright white teeth. That man was a hunter and knew exactly what to do to get young women’s attention. He was fine… Well, more than fine.

I say handing him one of my newest combinations. He takes it and I look at him expectantly, it’s taken almost a month to master this one and if it fails…well…if it fails, I’ll have to try harder. I know Mark is the best choice for this because he isn’t biased, and I can always count on him for honest answers. He took a slow bite and my eyes immediately snapped to his lips, dark from the chocolate and so luscious I had the sudden urge to bite on them but I stayed put. Then his head rolled back and an involuntary moan escaped his mouth, by this point I didn’t even care about the chocolate, the sound of his moan sent a shiver down my spine. I wanted to hear it again but this time around I want

Even though I am alone, I can't risk opening it without the privacy of my room. It's a but plug. I had ordered one because I want the night to be as perfect as possible, and I don't want to waste even a moment due to prep work. Now that everything is in place, it is time to tease my boyfriend. I take a shower and then put on my sexy underwear; it is lace and black with a tiny pink bow at the top. I pose in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, and I have to say I look decent enough, maybe even pretty, with my curly hair falling on my face. I take a few selfies and send them to Simon with a message.

But then he realized something when reading it. Mingchan was holding that thin page and staring at that panel where that robot guy was being kissed by a woman. “W-why is this so familiar?” Mingchan asked himself as the My Perfect Boyfriend w*****n was based on their true to life story. Mingchan was reading everything. He could not stop laughing and giggling until he reached the latest episode.

“Hot chocolate classic one, please.” “Okay. Hot chocolate classic. Don’t you want to order our food or dessert?” “No, thank you.” “Please wait a minute.” I put my back on the chair. Then cross my hands in front of my chest. I took a breath and breathed it slowly, trying to concentrate. Then, I closed my eyes to make my hearing senses sharper. “May I know your name?” the man asked. “Claire Anderson.” “Beautiful.” “P-pardon?” “Ah—I’m sorry. Your name is beautiful,” replied him while clearing his throat.

They made him feel calm. Tristan sat on the edge of the bed. He held a drink. "You need this," Tristan said. "I don't," Josh replied. "You know that I don't like to drink." Tristan didn't listen. He was insistent. He practically commanded the cup into Josh’s hands. Josh rolled his eyes but grabbed the cup. He took a sip. Then another. The alcohol burned. It coated his throat. It began to blur the sharp edges of his mind. The perfectionism in his life started to fade. Imperfection was moving into him. It was infecting every particle of his body and his mind.

Fortunately, my ID was in my pants pocket. Just as I lost hope and was about to call the police, a man with curly hair showed up by my side. He asked, "Excuse me, are you Ms. Lindsay Winters?" Because I had just lost my belongings, I looked at him, alarmed. "What's the matter?" The curly-haired man seemed ecstatic. He pulled out a purse from his backpack and stuffed it into my hands. "You made a booking with me. I am your local guide, Alessandro Wilkins."

The sunset melted into the ocean, soft and golden. “why do you love me? ” she asked suddenly, her voice small. Chase chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Because you're perfect.” Perfect. There it was again. That word, like a knife laced in honey. Her smile faded slightly. “And if I wasn't perfect?” she asked softly “would you still love me?” He laughed, not realizing the weight of her words. “well then, I'd have to tarde you in. ” Her body stiffened just a little.

My eyes darted towards the direction, meeting the gaze of a handsome man. My jaw dropped my lips wide apart before going back together as I swallowed. He was hot, his looks. He was something else. He was a masterpiece. Black shiny hair with a classic style, chocolate brown but piercing eyes that was sharp enough to peel oranges. Despite the fact that his face was dark and lacking essential emotions, that still didn't hide his perfection. Lean but healthy.