Romancing Mister Bridgerton Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 8 Parties and Rules JASMINE VALE If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was taking me to a date, cause I felt like a queen as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked so....good and different. With a black long body fitted gown, with long sleeves and silver heels that probably cost more than a normal worker's yearly salary, and a make-up that looked simple yet powerful, I felt like a Queen. I never thought I could be this beautiful, it made me smile.

“That’s what you call it?” Rhian sat opposite him, resting her chin on her hand as she studied him playfully. “What else should I call it? You practically turned the living room into a scene from a romance movie. Roses, candles, velvet box…” Her lips twitched into a grin. “I half-expected a violinist to jump out of the closet.” Damon’s smirk deepened. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.” She rolled her eyes, laughing softly. “Next time? So you’re planning to outdo yourself?”

He planted a soft kiss on my knuckles, bringing a smile to my face. “Sure, Mr vampire.” We relished the delicious meal, talked and exchanged loving glances. The atmosphere filled with an air of contentment and happiness. As dessert arrived, Jonathan presented a small box adorned with a satin ribbon and placed it in front of me. My heart skipped a beat as I untied the ribbon and opened the box, revealing a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart. “Oh, Jonathan, it’s beautiful.” I exclaimed, feeling a surge of emotions welling up inside me.

she said this time with a genuine smile and I nodded. We finished eating and we had some chats with everyone. "So Antonio, how is Rome?" I heard Mitch ask me as we where seated, watching a movie that no one was really paying attention to since people were chatting. "Rome wasn't okay Mitch, that's why I came here, " I answered truthfully. I want to hear were her head is at. "Oh okay, so are you here for business or pleasure?" She asked and I knew she wanted to know why I was here. "I am here for both. My business is in this house and my pleasure too. I have come to claim my own and what belongs to me Mitch." I said and I heard Megan fake a cough. "Right Megan!" I said and she looked at me smi

It looked like a ghost in the dim light. "Put it on tomorrow," he said. He touched my jaw, his thumb lingering on my bottom lip. "Look like the perfect daughter. Smile for the cameras. Make Marcus think he’s won everything." "And when the lights go out?" I asked. "Then the real show starts," Roman said. He kissed me one last time—a hard, fast kiss that tasted like the truth. "I’ll see you at the masquerade, Scarlett. Don't be late." He climbed back into the plumbing panel. He moved the metal plate back into place from the inside, and then it was quiet again. I stood in the middle of the bathroom, my body aching and warm, my pussy still throbbing from where he’d been.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Morning light spilled across the penthouse kitchen, catching on the glossy pages of the fashion magazine Jax had slammed onto the marble island. The headline read: “Silver Romano Ends High-Profile Romance with Francia Harrington– Artist Cites ‘Irreconcilable Differences’ and Desire for Creative Freedom.” Jax stared at the words, jaw clenched, coffee mug gripped so tightly his knuckles paled. Emilia moved behind him, humming softly as she plated his breakfast—eggs Benedict with hollandaise, crisp bacon, and fresh fruit.

I realize that we’ve made it down the hall and I never once took a look around the entire way here. “If you accept my deal, then I plan to do that, and so much more. Kendric may be your fated mate, but sometimes fate can be wrong,” he says with a chuckle. “And oh, how you were built for something more. You were meant to be a vampire’s bride.” The door swings open wide, revealing some kind of arena. In the middle stands Kendric with chains on his wrists and ankles, keeping him from moving. I gasp once I lay eyes on him.

I stood there unsure of what to do and looking over her shoulder she said, "Well?" "Well...?" "Get on your knees Alex." "What?" I asked, my eyes wide. "You can't very well kiss my ass while you're standing now can you?" Reaching back Miss Ross grabbed her skirt and as I watched stunned, lifted it up over her hips. "Damn." I said softly as I stared at her perfectly rounded ass. Miss Ross was wearing a black thong that was little more than a string and showed off both of the cheeks of her ass. "Start kissing Alex." She said softly. "Get on your knees and do just what you wrote in that cute little note of yours. Tell you what; you do a good job and this stays between us."

When we reached her house, I got out first and opened the door for her. “Nice meeting you again, Kyran. See you at the wedding,” she said sweetly—and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I blinked. What? “See you at the wedding too…” I muttered, confused. I stood there, watching her disappear into the house. That small kiss on the cheek? It wasn’t romantic. It was calculated. Like she was following some kind of script. This woman… is a puzzle. And I intend to solve her…