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“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.

You’d think that college would give me that kind of freedom but the second I got in, I drowned myself in my books. Mia, my best friend hasn’t let me hear the last of it, nagging in my ear about how I’ll die a virgin. Maybe that’s what I wanted? Sigh, I shouldn’t be thinking about this, Mia is a slut and I’m not. East. There’s a knock on the apartment door. I open it to find Ryan standing there looking all cocky. He’s wearing a nice fitting pair of jeans and a t-shirt that hugs his muscular torso quite nicely.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

Leandro looked at her and raised an eyebrow, "Well then, I'll ask Melvin!" Seeing him about to call Melvin with his phone, Charlotte quickly pressed his hand and said, "I know!" Leandro glanced at his hand being held down, enjoying the soft touch, but unfortunately the other person quickly withdrew it. Charlotte sat back down, her face serious, and began to explain in a serious and informative tone, "Because there are often 'clean up the internet' campaigns online, some online literature encourages authors to avoid including overly intimate content in their novels. And due to the strict regulations on internet content, online authors jokingly refer to writing romance novels as 'not being abl

I surged up and claimed his mouth with mine without a single second of hesitation and his lips were so damn soft, too soft for the kind of man he was, and the taste of him exploded on my tongue the moment we connected. Expensive whiskey. Mint. And that dark distinct flavor that was purely Aaron. I moaned into the kiss. I wanted more. I nibbled at his lips seeking entrance, my teeth scraping gently against the fullness of his bottom lip, tugging and demanding, trying to force him to open up, but men like him do not submit. He did not yield to my aggression. He absorbed it.