Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Character over looks, duh!
All I need is to be patient and strategic. He might not find me physically attractive at the moment, but one thing I'm always confident about is my ability to make people like me. I take after Mama that way, and I just know that once we start talking, Mr. Mine is sure to fall for me like Papa fell for Mama, and sexual attraction will naturally follow.
So keep thinking positive, self!
I leave the ladies' with a renewed swing in my step, but when I search for Mr. Mine, the cafe is completely empty, and my heart breaks when I realize he's well and truly gone.
Grandpa Paco says that true love like what my parents had is rare, and that his own six marriages and subsequent divorces are proof of this. He also says that all the stars in the sky were aligned for my parents, and even though it might seem like I can't say the same for Mr. Mine and me—-
This can't be the end, self.
It can't be.
God wouldn't let me meet Mr. Mine if he's not my destiny, and I refuse to believe anything else.
There has to be something here to give me hope, just something or anything—-
Aha!
Is that Mr. Mine's book I'm seeing?
Could he have left it deliberately, maybe with his name or number or Instagram handle or whatever it is he wants me to use to contact him?
I trip over my own feet in my haste to get to my table, and the guy standing behind the cash registrar looks at me like I've lost my mind when I reach for the book like it's the Holy Grail.
But rather...it's just a leather-bound copy of The Art of War by Sun Tzu.
Okaaaay.
Is this supposed to be a subliminal message for something? Am I suppose to infer that winning Mr. Mine's heart is a far more serious battle? Or is this the universe's way of telling me the stars are anything but aligned for me and Mr. Mine?
No matter.
I can always realign them myself, and with this persevering thought in mind, I flip the book open, and a boldly scrawled message on the title page immediately catches my eye.
Try not to be wet the next time I see you.
Her
Acheron was right.
It's my first thought when I see her enter the cafe for the second consecutive day, and my cock is already hard and swollen like a motherfucking monster by the time her wide-eyed gaze collides with mine.
Countless women have tried to play the blushing card in my presence. Some of them were genuinely shy, but most of them were simply playing coy. A good many others have attempted to seduce me from the get go, and there have been more than a few who tried sneaking into my hotel room naked...and their legs already wide open for my dick.
Women have tried everything under the sun to get me in their bed, and I thought I knew all there was to know about them. The female sex is supposed to be the greatest mystery on earth, but all they are to me these days is a way to relieve my boredom.
They're good for a few hard fucks, but it's always only a matter of time before I lose interest of them.
That's how it's always been...until her.
She's the only one to affect me the way she does, the only girl I couldn't stop thinking of even when I have yet to feel her skin or taste her lips.
And I'm not used to this, dammit.
The strength of my desire for her doesn't make any damn sense, but here I am, in deep fucking trouble with a huge boner to match, and all because I saw the way her heart-shaped face glowed upon seeing...me.
Everything about her is the exact opposite of what I normally look for. She's too damn young for one, and I've never been the type to get a kick out of robbing the cradle.
The women I fuck also tend to be ravishingly beautiful and voluptuous, and this girl is anything but. She's more innocent and cute than hot and fuckable, and thanks to yesterday's weather, I also know she possesses the daintiest pair of tits I've ever seen in my thirty-years-plus of existence.
Her long blond hair and amber-colored eyes are nice enough, but it's nothing out of the ordinary. Everything about her is nice, just all tiny, sweet, and nice...and while it might seem like I'm damning her with faint praise, it's actually the opposite.
It's her air of niceness that captured my interest from the very beginning, her overall sweetness that irresistibly draws me in.
The first time our eyes met, she nearly had me catching my breath like some boy from middle school who's seen his first pussy in real life. All she did that time was look at me like I'm her whole fucking world, just fucking look at me like I'm her dream come to life, and God help me, but I actually found myself wanting it to be true.