Romancing Mr Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Mireille could feel her breath hitching as the smell of his cologne filled her nose. "Since you want to go to work because you are full of energy, why don't you just let me to drain all of that energy?" His right hand lifted her face to make her look at him. "I... You could have drained it all night but you were nowhere to be found. Right now, I am choosing to go to work, Mr. Dante Romano" she replied, glad she at least sounded firm. "I can make up for the lost time, Principessa" his other hand trailed down to her ass and squeezed the left ass cheek.

The cool air under the night sky carried a warm and sweet fragrance, the scent of love! Mr. Marcus walked slowly, step by step, composed and elegant. Crossing the blank space that had separated them for over eight years, he walked straight to his princess and entered her heart. So shameless! Jessica sighed emotionally. He shamelessly deceived with such a large bundle of roses, causing the vendor to lose business for the night. His tactics were even more brilliant than the cheesy dramas! But she was still captivated by the atmosphere he created! For the first time, she realized that this was what romance felt like.

Charlotte stroked Marco's hair calmly as he tried to control his breathing. She hadn't imagined her first time with him would be so intense. She had imagined many times that it would be a romantic night, after all Marco was romantic as far as she remembered. This Marco now seemed to be anything but a lover of romance. But it hadn't been bad, on the contrary, it was delicious and as much as she had dreamed of something different, she wouldn't trade it for what really happened.

I heard my name calling me from sleep. I opened my eyes and I saw that it was Jayden who was calling me. I guess we are home already. He left without even saying a word, I came down from the car with my two heels in one of my hand and the other hand was holding my gown. "Woah!!!, What a beautiful sight to behold this night, this is a mansion. The living room was vast, with high ceilings and large windows that overlooked the garden. A fireplace made of marble and adorned with gold trim sat in the center of the room, surrounded by comfortable sofas and chairs

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.

Rick said and the entire group ruptured into laughter. “Order order,” Rick said, raising his glass of wine and the noice soon died down. “Ladies, gentlemen, I’d like to introduce the house to my wife, Jane Errikson,” he said and they all looked at me surprised. “She is my start, my trophy wife and I have asked her to marry me again, she has agreed,” he said and they all seemed happy for him. Every single one of them congratulated him except one person. She was a very pretty blonde woman who had been silent the whole time, watching my every move. “Yes brother! I’m sorry for my earlier outburst my lady,” Bridgerton said, kissing my hand. “It’s okay,” I smiled at him.

"Here, you can have my seat, bro." Of all the ill-fated time for a stranger to be nice. Maxwell thanked the stupid stranger and took the unfortunate seat. "What do you want, Maxwell?" "Let's cut the chase, shall we?" He leaned closer and dropped his voice to a whisper. "We both know you married Drew for his money. You are a beautiful woman, Maddie. You deserve to be showered with not just the finest things but with a strong man's passion. What do you say? Be my mistress and together we'll swindle my ignorant cousin?"

He hugged the man the same height. I rose to my feet and recognized him through the picture in Linden’s old house. “Do you think you can get married without me? Congratulations, brother. I never doubted you would fall in love one day, get married, and bear a lot of kids.” “Thank you, brother, and you fly all the way from Winterbourne to congratulate me?” “Nah. I was just in the neighborhood.” The entire compound was filled with laughter. “Well, two more to go.” Two more to go? The woman beside Rome Langston had a very thick British accent. That must be the princess. Holy shit! She kissed Linden on the cheek. “I’m happy you found the one.” Her eyes found mine.

Antonio laughed, the sound loud and arrogant. He leaned down to her shoulder. “I think I understand your embarrassment,this environment stinks with poverty but thanks to me,I am here to save you from abject poverty, as my bride you need a nose mask too,I don't want to get married to a woman with a plague it will ruin my reputation" he whispered. “That's nothing more embarrassing than being your bride”. Angela whispered back. “Mr Montero, I am a huge fan!” Mrs Samantha drew his attention. He glared at her, then immediately flashed his nice set of teeth like a golden retriever wagging his tail happily.

Damn, Isla was getting wild, teasing me by squeezing her nipples that protruded from outside the tank top. Someday, I will be on my knees in front of Isla. I don't know when that day will come. It's either a gift or a disaster. I sighed heavily and pointed at the TV. “What are we watching?” “Bridgeton,” Isla said between laughs. “What's it about?” “A series set in the Regency era. I was marathoning the series.” Isla pressed the remote, and instantly there was a scene of two actors having sex on the screen.