Novel & Cerita Romance In Manhattan

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

Micah’s shoulders tense, and his eyes snap angrily toward mine. “Just exactly how many men have you been with?” He spits out angrily. I shrug my shoulders with a snicker. “Now, now, Micah. You know it’s uncouth to kiss and tell.” I can hear the sound of him gritting his teeth as he faces forward again. His nostrils flare, and his hands stiffen over the steering wheel with anger. “I love Manhattan,” I say with a kittenish mewl. “There are so many hot nightclubs and restaurants. There’s this really hot nightclub that Darren takes me to. They have these private rooms that are blocked off by curtains. Darren and I love hanging out in them.”

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

His footsteps were soft on the thick carpet, barely making a sound. Liesa raised her hand, the chain clinking as she did. She forced a weak smile and asked, “What is going on here?” Angus stared at her for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. Then, he lifted his chin, a hint of amusement in his gaze as he said, “Aren’t you the one who wanted to be in a relationship with me? This is how I do romance.” Liesa’s smile froze, her face falling. “I’m sorry, Mr. Romano… what did you just say?” Liesa stared at him, disbelief written all over her face, her fingers tightening around the chain.

Chapter 52 Roman’s POV The night has a pulse of its own. It hums against the skin like static, the kind that settles between moments when nothing is said, yet everything screams. Manhattan lies sprawled across the horizon, a portrait of glittering decay and wealth, its skyline like a cathedral of glass and sin. Out here, on Fabiano’s yacht, the city feels both close enough to touch and impossibly far away, like redemption. The deck sways softly, an expensive lullaby of wood and tide. I lean against the railing, the wind biting through the edges of my suit jacket.

"No it's just, Francesca told me the lady you're meeting is dear to her, and Francesca is important to me, so..." "So you want me to be on my best behavior, got it, Jax." "You still seeing Cassidy Myers?" "Yes I am," Asher muttered flatly. "If you're done with your questions, I guess I'll see ya later," and with that Asher sends Jackson on his way, "time to get to work." Asher was driving along the lower Manhattan street of Hudson in the Tribeca area, he was done with the day's work and was in the neighborhood to pick up Cassidy Myers from work, he knew a steamy bonk was in the cards tonight.

“At least tell me your name.” “Bianca.” “I’m Roman Rutherford. Call me Roman.” He extended a hand. I shook it, noting the strength in his grip. “Nice to meet you.” He smiled, stepping closer. “You're being mean because you’re here with your husband?” “I’m not married. I just want to be alone,” I said, firm, cautious. “I know you’ve got a lot going on. I just want to understand,” he said softly. I hissed, brushing past him. “The worst mafia aren’t the arrogant ones, they’re the charming ones.”

Uncle Romano said, handing me a glass of champagne. I nodded, my gaze sweeping across the room. Enzo held court at the head table, Stella plastered to his side. Her hand never strayed far from his arm, flashing her signature smile for any cameras. The perfect power couple. "I need some air." I couldn't watch anymore. I turned and walked out to the terrace. The night air was cold. The lights of Manhattan twinkled below, a constellation map spilled across the darkness. I once thought I was a part of this world. Now I knew that I was, and always had been, an outsider.

“How’s she fitting in?” “So far so good,” Andre says, and as I look up at him I realize that that might be high praise from a man who has high standards. “Should we quiz her, see how far she’s gotten?” He holds out his hand to me, and, understanding his meaning, I hand him the cocktail menu. “Be my guest,” Romano says, his lips lifting into a smirk. “The Manhattan,” Andre snaps at me, his face blank. “What’s in it?”

Her lips were pressed together tightly, forming a line as she tried to swallow the lump that formed around her throat. I shouldn't have come here! I shouldn't have trusted that man. Garaine thought, lowering her head while trembling like a newborn fawn. I shouldn't have trusted these mafia people. They are no good! I don't fit here. I want to get out of here. It's getting so suffocating here. "Who said she has no one to offer a dance?" A manly thunderous voice echoed, making everyone flinch. "I, Blake Turner and her father am going to offer a dance to her."