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I know that Hugo is trying to calm himself down and yet I am still curious about what Max could be thinking. "Well, If Mr. Lefebvre would do so, I don't say why not? He's got a lovely lady by his side." I can feel Max's breath close to my shoulders and the next thing I felt was a kiss on it. This time, I finally dared to look at him with crossed brows but remained speechless. "Five hundred." "One million." "Three million." "I say five million would be a nice call."

The more I try to draw boundaries she is making it nearly impossible for me to control myself from going and grabbing her face and kissing the shit out of her. I take a deep breath and return a soft smile," how about the classics, lex?" I ask her to divert my mind. " well, pride and prejudice is the only one I can truly think of!" she caresses the book on the book rack. " hmmm, interesting. I can't find any better than that one in the classics," I say while walking toward her. " but I think sense and sensibility were nice too, you know," I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store

Pride & Prejudice is in the public domain; however, giving credit where credit is due, it is the work of the absolutely brilliant Jane Austen. Anything you recognize is hers, the rest is mine. I'm just taking the opportunity to shake things up a bit. Or rather take the good fortune and coincidence scattered throughout the work and cranking it up a notch or three. Chapter 1

Rhode let's out a small sigh accompanied by a smile and sits down on the floor of the bathroom, his back against the tub. "What are we reading?" He asks once he gets settled into his spot and unlocks my e-reader. I lean over slightly and place a small kiss on his cheek. "Pride and Prejudice, from the beginning please kind sir" I request with a small grin. He smiles to himself and scrolls down the titles before clicking on one and clearing his throat.

Sir Walter Elliot, of Kellynch Hall, in Somersetshire, was a man who, for his own amusement, never took up any book but the Baronetage; there he found occupation for an idle hour, and consolation in a distressed one; there his faculties were roused into admiration and respect, by contemplating the limited remnant of the earliest patents; there any unwelcome sensations, arising from domestic affairs changed naturally into pity and contempt as he turned over the almost endless creations of the last century; and there, if every other leaf were powerless, he could read his own history with an interest which never failed. This was the page at which the favourite volume always opened:

I searched for a book in one of my luggages that held the books that formed my mini library, and dug out Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice. Legs crossed, shaking to an inaudible music, I flipped the pages with the interest of someone looking for a distraction. Pages turned, my eyes traveled over pages but no words registered in my head. In a desperate attempt to tune out the bang and moans and groans coming from downstairs, I placed a headphone on, and continued reading. Similar outcome, enhanced with a nerve flaring annoyance. “ That son of a bitch!” I thought, and was soon marching down the steps like the soldier who had lived on regulations and ordered ranks.

I went to my library, took my favourite book and went towards the garden, thinking I might as well sit there and read to clear my mind for sometime, aside from getting the album back. Everything was right there, where I left it yesterday, no one dared to touch anything, because I didn't order anyone to pick anything up from there. The album was placed at the side. I remembered that I threw it far away yesterday, but dismissed thinking someone must have picked it up and placed it back. I laid down after popping the chocolate in my mouth and started reading my book, by placing it above my face to block the sunlight. I was reading PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. It was my favourite book.

I am aware that he is like looking at my face for a long time and is keep on glancing at me. “Ahmmnn a book entitled Wuthering Heights by Emily Bonte, Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens, and hemmnn Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.” I said as I look into the books there. “I see, those are rare books now since they are old and people nowadays don’t like sad and pure narration stories.” Henry said and I just nod. Henry is now helping me through the pile of books. It was almost 30 minutes yet we haven’t found one of the 3 books.

"Continue then." I held up my brief notes before facing my classmates. My eyes of course skipping the one in front of me. "Jane Austen's most infamous novel, 'Pride and Prejudice' was first published in 1813. The novel was well received by the citizens of Austen's age as it has all the fine details of writing. There is suspense, drama, unrequited love, pride and prejudices. The title of the novel perfectly depicts the story. The novel as everyone knows, is on the life of Elizabeth Bennett and her family. She was courted both by Mr Collins and Mr Darcy who she initially turned down. She turned down Mr Collins due to the fact that she felt nothing for him. Mr Darcy was turned down because of

I realized that they were a variation of classic novels! "You read too?" I asked him, bewildered. He doesn't seem like one to read... "Yes, I do." Wow, I never expected... "What's your favorite book?" He then asked while I observed the various volumes on his shelf. It's an amazing collection! And did I just saw a first edition Thomas Hardy book? I started to get all hyped as I answered his question. "Pride and Prejudice! It's such a good book, Dom!" He chuckled at my excitement. My cheeks heated up. He licked his lips before speaking...