Novel & Cerita Romance Man

“What are you teaching my wife?” A male voice booms out even as the door opens, another tall man coming into the room, obviously a Romano by the dark hair, the broad shoulders, the confident stride. He glances around the room but moves immediately to Giana, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his mouth hungrily to hers.

Said a voice at the front of the hall. I looked at the person, I had no idea of what he was talking about. "You haven't received a number." The guy said to me. Without much thoughts I lifted my hand and yelled "Me." The man giving out the number frowned at the sight of me. I didn't wait up for his response, I walked straight to where he was. As I approached him, a desk clipped with the jacket. I tried to get it off gently, but it wasn't pulling off, I then attempted to pull it off with force and the jacket shred. It was a nightmare, I thought my shame was over.

After checking the menu of their choice, the Menu is put back in the basket. "How do you know this place?" Baby's pretty face looked curious. The man smiled. "I came here once and I found this place accidentally. I promise I will come here again with someone special and it is you." Dollan turns out to be a romantic man and Baby is happy because she really likes romantic man. Baby never thought that her boyfriend was the romantic type. "You know? I never thought you were a romantic man. You are truly extraordinary and unpredictable." Hearing the words of his girlfriend, Dollan smiling, actually he is not the type of romantic guy, it's just that during dating Baby, he felt like he always mad

She was pretty, but she kept bowing her head, as if she's trying so hard to disappear into the shadows. Meanwhile, the man wore a general's uniform with dozens of medals pinned on it. Judging by his arrogant stance and condescending tone, he did not earn those medals. I smiled tightly. "Ah, pardon my manners. I'm Duke Anton Fontaine of Michestershire. I thought you would have known me, but clearly you didn't take the time to memorize the faces of your soon-to-be family?" He tsked, but held his hand out to me and looked like I should be grateful to be in his presence.

Damn! Mum hit a landmark with this one. He stepped out of his sleek black sports car majestically, taking a proud look at the surroundings. He was probably in his mid-forties. He looked so strong and masculine, his muscles flexing beneath his well-tailored suit. It was obvious that he worked out frequently. His face was clean-shaven, with a strong jawline that enhanced his poise. He had strong straight legs and a neatly trimmed beard. His height was impressive - a towering iron god.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

"I haven't seen the woman's face yet but Dad mentioned her name, Nicole Rivera." "Ohh, her name is ugly. I'm the one telling you that you two are not suitable for each other." I shook my head. "Of course, we're going to be good, but gosh, I don't want a princess. I want a prince, like duh!" "Besides, you are not suitable either, the man I want for you is handsome, kind, respectful, with a sense of humor! But the more important thing is, you must like the man. Then I will never allow you to marry a man you don't love!" He added.

And I have to pay my father a visit. “So is everything ok?” I asked, faking interest as Damien flashed me a sweet smile. Yes I called him Damien because we’re equals. “Yes,the ball is about to start fully, we’re going to dance I hope my beautiful lady knows her steps?” He asked as I contemplated on saying yes but thought otherwise. “No……I….I… wasn’t thought” I replied as he chuckled and pulled me to the dance floor. The soft music glided along with our steps as we danced gracefully. I could feel the angry stares of vampires and lustful looks from men but none of that is my problem.

If she could manipulate this powerful man, she would more than prove to her father that she wasn’t useless, that she was smart enough and resourceful enough, that she could be trusted. But could she do it if a mere look from this man made her knees weak with fear? If a pseudo-gentle touch made her heart pound and her breath ragged? Arriane lifted her gaze to the other man again. Her stomach tied in knots when her eyes locked with Roman’s. The Russian wasn’t unattractive. Far from it. He was ruggedly handsome, with his short, dark hair, straight nose, and his square jaw dusted with dark stubble. His name suited him: he reminded Arriane of the warriors of Ancient Rome. He was very fit, his sho