No Romeo (My Kind of Hero #1) Read Online Donna Alam

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Funny Tags Authors: Series: My Kind of Hero Series by Donna Alam
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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 142801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
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“You’re worried about my health?” She buries her nose into my chest, her skin dappled with gooseflesh now.

I worry more about her, about this, than I’m prepared to admit. I press my lips into her hair in lieu of an answer, draping my jacket over her shoulders again.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, pulling the sides closer. She gives an embarrassed giggle when I pull a handkerchief out from the pocket and swipe it under the hem of her dress, pressing it between her legs. “The full service, huh?”

“You deserve nothing less.” After what we’ve just done, should this feel so intimate?

“So you’re a two-handkerchief guy, like a Boy Scout.”

“One for show. One for blow.”

“Oh, my gosh.” She ducks her head with a soft laugh. “That is not a Boy Scout motto.”

“Depends on the boy. We’re not all created equal, you know.”

“That is true.” Pressing her head into my shoulder, she adds, “Some boys are so bad.”

“Some boys are trying to be better.”

“Oliver?” Her head lifts, her expression softening as her eyes find mine. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to say.”

“Eve, just be with me,” I whisper, lifting her hand to my cheek. My heart pounds so hard, I wonder if she can hear it. “Be with me, not because I said so, but because you want me.” I turn my face and press a kiss to her palm. “I’m not asking you to promise me anything. Just be with me because you want to be. Because I want to be with you.”

Chapter 34

A Little Bird Told Us . . .

Gather round, my flock, and let me tell you a tale that, once upon a time, would’ve landed a man in the stocks. I suppose some people might get off on that, but not on Crown property, surely!

*gasps*

*clutches pearls and yells*

“Orf with his head!”

And it sounds like that almost happened when a Pulse Tok cheating groom met doggy doctor Evie’s new man. Or so rumor has it, as no party will confirm. Though Mitchell Atherton was seen to be sporting a magnificent black eye soon after.

Also lacking confirmation? The (alleged) shenanigans later that evening when our London lovers (looking quite disheveled) were spotted being escorted to their car by an armed policeman.

Was that a gun in his pocket?

Not the policeman. His was in his hand. But a Little Bird does ponder, What could that have been about?

Surely not a little alfresco naughty . . .

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Chapter 35

OLIVER

We made no promises, and we swore no vows, throwing ourselves headlong into the enjoyment of each other over the coming weeks. In some ways it was inevitable. We’re like two magnets with poles that attract and repel, depending on the way they’re held. I’d like to have told her I’d hold her always, but I know I’m not worthy of the honor. She deserves better, but for now, she’ll make do with me.

I’ll admit that I half expected Mitchell to kick up a legal stink following our altercation, but perhaps he realizes the longer he chases trouble, the more trouble will hound him. Or he could just be regrouping. I don’t really care. He’s not the sole focus of my attention anymore.

That’s not to say I’ve forgiven, forgotten, or even changed my plans. I suppose I’m just much happier. It’s true that Eve is unlikely to move far from my side as I negotiate Northaby’s purchase and beyond. But she’ll be there because she wants to be, not just because she doesn’t trust me with the animals’ welfare. She’s taken an interest in the outcome, of course. It’s just who she is. She will always champion those who have no voice.

Meanwhile, she continues to frustrate and beguile me in equal measure. But I’m not alone in my suffering, as I see she’s had a similar effect on Mandy. I find my mouth lifting reluctantly as I recall Eve’s malicious glee the morning of our very first visit. As I emerged from the walk-in wearing a tweed jacket, she laughed and said I looked like I was cosplaying a farmer. She wasn’t too impressed when I bought her a matching outfit for our next visit. But she wore it.


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