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I said, but I didn’t move away. “Good.” His hand slid to the back of my neck, possessive, and pulled me in. The kiss demanding, I groaned into his mouth, one hand fisting his suit jacket. When we broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were darker. “Been wanting to do that since you walked in.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is insane. You’re getting married in twenty minutes.” Damien’s grip tightened on my neck, thumb pressing just under my jaw. “The wedding’s arranged. Family expectations. But the second I saw you…” He backed me against the door, body pinning mine. “I’ve been half-hard thinking about bending you over in that bridal suite.”

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

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.

I raised my brows to ask her what was that she wanted to have. “Read me a book. A book to make me fall asleep,” she said. It was just a minor wish but it was really great deal for me. I never read any books. I hated reading them. The morality that were written in the books were just some nonsense to me. I never allowed myself to follow it. Romance novels were what I hated the most. They were just the way too cringe. I mean no boy would really love to read them and even if there were some, I wasn’t the one who would love to read such romance books.

My shoulders sagged and I growled softly in mortification. "I know nothing about love, Arram. I've been alone for centuries. How does one woo someone," I questioned him curiously and he snapped his fingers and handed me a stack of books. He told me to read them. I looked at the spines for titles, Romeo and Juliet, Wuthering Heights and The Notebook.

Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

I arrive and see that it's almost closing, I don't waste time and go in looking in detail at each book there. I don't know how to choose books, to tell you the truth I don't even like them and I've never imagined myself in a bookstore, but if my female likes it, my duty is to buy them even at the bookstore if that's what she wants. I choose a few romances and dramas, types of books I've seen my partner read many times and is likely to enjoy. In all, there were six books that with great difficulty I managed to choose, I ask the girl who works there to wrap them with the gift papers I brought and put the ribbons and bows too.

‘A couple of wisps of strategically place seaweed might be more appropriate. In the circumstances, this conversation had gone quite far enough. ‘Goodnight/ she said, as they reached his room. ‘Have a good trip tomorrow. When will you be back?’ ‘Probably late afternoon.’ His eyes flickered over her face. ‘I’ve got some books, if you’re really desperate for reading material. I usually bring a couple, but I rarely get round to reading them. I’m not sure they’re quite your taste, though.’ Oh, my God, the bonkbuster. ‘I read anything. Almost anything.*

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."