The Pick Up Artist Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I'm stable now. You should go." He seemed taken aback. "You don't mind if I check on her?" Mind? Why would I mind? My personal ATM was free to make withdrawals elsewhere, as long as my account remained open. I gave him a small, magnanimous smile. "It's fine, really." He hesitated, then left. I felt no disappointment. Instead, I looked down at the brilliant ruby resting in my hand. So expensive. So beautiful. So mine. … What I hadn't anticipated was that even in this new life, I couldn't escape Cindy's vicious schemes.

I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands. The more I stared at the caption of the book, the more I thought of A. J. Baby. “The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene”, I whispered as I handed the book to the shop keeper absent-mindedly. “I’ll give you Four Thousand Naira for the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records, One Thousand Seven Hundred Naira for the novel and Two Thousand Naira for The Art of Seduction. We haggled for a while, and I turned to leave the shop and the shop keeper, so he could keep his books to himself. I stepped out of the book shop and walked two steps from the entrance, when he rushed towards me pleading.

His eyes looked like a sad story that I always want to read. “You are the best boyfriend.” I reassured him. He shakes his head, “I still don’t think that I deserve your kindness after what I did to you. I am still recovering from how awful I treated you, please allow me to become a better man and a boyfriend to you.” I smiled at him. “I have been over it. Please you have to forgive yourself.” “I am trying to make up for mistakes that I have done.” “Milo…” “I promise that I’ll pick up whenever you’ll call.” He reassured me and I held onto it. “No matter what time of day it is, I will pick up. Two in the morning, three, four, five. I’ll pick up quickly.” He continued.