Novel & Cerita Without Romance

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.

It covered the pores with a tingling sensation, stimulating every nerve ending. Lips parted. Chest pulsating in the wave of air. The pressure kept mounting, creating a subtle tension in the changing atmosphere. However, nothing had happened. More precisely, nothing had happened yet. Lucas stood still, not doing anything. The same went for Velia. Both were still caught in an insignificant distance. It meant nothing at all. It did not compare to the desire slowly emanating from their bodies. Even without any touch or seductive gaze, the passion between them could not be denied. It was real. It was undeniable.

“Don’t play coy with me. You knew exactly who I was. And you thought humiliating me in public would… what? Make me obsessed with you? Make me want you more?” Her lips curved, not into a smile, but something more dangerous. Something that said she was far less intimidated than he wanted her to be. “Roman,” she said softly, almost sweetly, “if I wanted your attention, trust me, I’d have gotten it without lifting a finger.” His chest tightened, fury and desire tangled so tightly it nearly suffocated him. He leaned forward, voice like iron. “Listen carefully. There will be rules between us. No love. No emotions. I will not touch you. I won’t even look at you outside of appearances. This marriage

I said evenly and turned away. I couldn't let myself start appreciating his handsome, flawless features that oozed masculine strength and confidence. It was too risky. Romano had made it clear that this was a marriage of convenience; we were to have no personal interest in one another until we figured things out. Not to mention that I still didn't know what his revenge was “We're here.” Romano's voice sounded different, more clipped than it had just been.

His grip wasn’t harsh—just firm enough to stop her resistance. She didn’t understand what this was, maybe he didn’t either. Because Roman had learned love all wrong. He didn’t come from hugs or bedtime stories. There was no warmth in his childhood, no soft hands brushing away his tears. What he got instead were rules, conditions, and silence.

“Fine. Say I agree to this ridiculous charade. It’s temporary. We make that clear.” A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “Define temporary.” “Until the press loses interest.” “That could be months.” “Then months.” His gaze lingered on her like he was memorizing the fire in her eyes. “Very well. Temporary.” She exhaled, just a little. “And rules.” “Rules?” “Yes.” She stepped closer, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Rule one: no actual romance. This is optics, not reality.” His mouth curved into something dangerously close to amusement. “You think I’d have to remind myself not to kiss you?”

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

The light in his eyes died instantly. But I didn't stop. "You said that sleeping apart for a week meant automatic divorce. So every time we fought—no matter who was wrong—I was the one who apologized first. Why? Because I loved you. And you took that love and used it to control me. "Do you really think we ended up here just because of Katie?