Realistic Romance 소설 & 이야기

Helen said, plastering a fake smile on her face, the same one Rachel always used while talking to me. “I doubt that,” I said, keeping a blank face. “So, are you getting married for real, or is it just for the show?” she asked, her tone trying to sound seductive. Her actions irritated me, and her question only made my anger boil. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my composure. “I see no reason why I should answer that,” I said coldly. Suddenly, we both heard the sound of heels in the distance, and our heads snapped in that direction. We couldn't see who it was, but a tiny feeling told me it was *her*.

I say firmly. “Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered.

I was thankful he did not ask any question; he just let me hug him and cry on his shoulder. Did she really make a mistake coming back to her? . Did cable really lose all feeling for me? Did our love really Fake Love?? Should go back and get married to alexander."

“Of what?” “Of this feeling everything… then losing it all.” He kissed her forehead softly. “Then let me show you it’s real.” His lips met hers—no contracts. No pretence. Just truth. And the line between fake and real? It shattered completely.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

"You like mysteries?" "Sometimes." "Better than romance novels?" My face heated. Had he seen me looking at that shelf? Had he been watching? "Much better," I said firmly. "Romance novels are... unrealistic." Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement maybe. "Are they?" "Yes. All that instant attraction and forbidden desire and enemies becoming lovers. It doesn't work like that in real life." "Doesn't it?" The way he said it—the slight emphasis, the look in his eyes—made my stomach flip.

Kate stopped talking immediately as Sebastian raised his hands indicating for her to shut up. "What are you doing here babe?" Sebastian asked out aloud as everyone froze at his question including Ace. "I….I ." Adia stuttered unable to find the right words to say "Save your strength babe, you know I hate it alot when you stress yourself" Sebastian coaxed placing his hands round Adia waist, shocking Kate, Adia and most especially Ace. 'when did Sebastian start being romantic?' Ace asked himself as he stared at Sebastian in disbelief. "Come on babe, you need to visit your sister remember, Ace let's go" Sebastian called out acting as if Kate was invincible.

I turn around and take a look at those. "They don't feel the same anymore", I tell him. He immediately frowns in confusion. "So, you got bored with ROMANCE?" "No. But there's a reason", I say, leaning against the shelf and placing my palm over the books. Then I slowly trace my hand over them. "And the reason is—" he leans back too, a foot of distance between us but we can clearly hear each other whispering. "People who read romance, mostly women—" I giggle. "They want to escape reality. So, they can find more beautiful things in fiction"

"That’s a pretty damn bleak take, Freckles." I sighed, letting the book fall to the side and ran my fingers through his hair as he held my other hand firmly on his chest, "It’s not bleak—it’s realistic. Look at us. We’re here, alone, bored out of our minds. Whatever this is—whatever happens between us—it’s just a way to kill time, to satisfy a need. But out there? It won’t mean a thing. The minute we leave, we'll go back to the way we were who now happened to... well, you know. It's not some grand romance. It’s just lust, pure and simple." He went quiet for a second, watching me, "Maybe you’re right," he murmured.

“Okay, gimme all the juicy details. What happened after the court drama? Because you look too happy for someone who was at the center of a corporate scandal a month ago.” I poured us both wine, handed her a glass, and took a slow sip of mine before letting the words tumble out. “It’s… perfect. He’s perfect, Allison. Not in the way I thought men like him were, cold, calculating, untouchable. He’s just… real with me.” She raised a perfectly arched brow. “Define real. Are we talking ‘he texts back immediately’ real, or ‘he lets you pick the N*****x movie’ real?”