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Of all the people she had mistakenly bothered, it had to be the man who Lady Francine had dubbed these days as ‘a jerk’. He had on reading glasses and a book in his hand that had a dark blue hardcover with the title ‘Veranda’. One of the ones she saw in the shop and the one that nobles and commoner ladies alike are reading recently. A romance story about a country bumpkin who swept the attention of a widowed man who has a daughter. She didn’t see the appeal of it so just chucks it up as generic romance. The women of Polvaros seem to be enamored with it, however. Maybe her taste in books is broken since even Rodrick, who his mistress has to describe as a soulless man, was enjoying his time wi

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

wasn't just my 'yes'; it was the gravity of everything he wasn't telling me. I sat back down, the chair scraping loudly against the marble floor. The ring felt heavy, a physical weight that seemed to pull my hand toward the table. I looked at the roses, pristine, white, and utterly devoid of scent. They were "perfect," just like the restaurant, just like the diamond, just like the narrative Richard was trying to sell to the world. A waiter appeared, hovering with a bottle of vintage champagne. "Compliments of the house, Mrs. Jones-to-be," he beamed.

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

They continued quietly not daring to erupt her anger. Stopping at his doors, she swayed with anticipation. “Open it! Go in!” He laughed and nodded towards the door, “My room.” A big smile covered his jaw and he swung open the doors. Bridget was in there like a blur lighting the candles and fire, dusting out the corners and curtains. She opened the windows and the sheers flew into the wind. His belongings were already there and Bridget beamed, “Prince Bradford.” She bowed to him with a deep curtsy. “Your apartments, Sir” as she winked at him. Bradford blushed and tan up and hugged her.

She smiled slowly at him, biting her lower lip in a way that seduced him. She ran a finger from his chest down to his torso and said, "By the time I'm done with you tonight, Edmund Hamilton, I believe you will see more than enough reasons why you have to hire me." Edmund's eyes glinted at her. He'd taken the challenge. He kissed her fully on the lips and pushed her gown downwards, until it fell to the floor. He tilted his head and traced his lips down her neck, warming her up, steadily, lovingly.

Or the water spring in front of me which had sparkling lights around it? Or maybe the building itself? Which looked like half heaven? This was incredible. And I can't believe this is just one of the many mansions he owns. My eyes ran into the parking lot and it looked just like a car shop to.me. What the heck? I never knew Ryan was this f**king rich! I looked up at the building and saw him standing upstairs at the balcony, staring at me. Immediately, two neatly dressed ladies came up to me. "Good evening ma'am Bethel. We're glad to have you here. Please, come with us" one of the ladies said warmly with a bow.

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it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

“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.