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Despite the late hour, seemed genuinely excited about the idea. Then it just dawned me that I’d invited her over my living space and there was no going back.

There was a knock at my front door and I knew it was Lucio.

He kindly brought her up and ushered her inside. Curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, “Where are we?”

I smiled and replied, “We’re at my penthouse.”

“Your penthouse?” she asked, looking around in awe. “I thought you lived at your house.”

“Not anymore, it’s a long story.” Changing the subject,I introduced her to Lucio, saying, “This is Lucio, my other driver, and my other best friend.”

With a warm smile, she said hello to Lucio and then came inside. I gave her on a mini tour of the penthouse, and I couldn’t help but notice her surprise when Pebbles, my little Pomeranian, bounded into the room. She looked at me with a smile and asked, “You have a dog?”

“Yes, this is Pebbles. She’s been with me forever,” I told her as Pebbles darted into her little dog pen.

“I thought you were joking about reading the book,” she said as she glanced the well annotated book on the coffee table.

“No.” I chuckled. “I was pretty serious.”

“You surprise me everyday. Also, I brought a bag with work clothes, pretty sure I won’t be making it back home in time.”

“That’s fine, now shall we?” He asked, pointing to the book. As we settled into the chairs, I took a deep breath and started the conversation about “The Kiss Quotient.” A slight smile played on her lips as she listened, and she soon joined in with her own thoughts.

“It’s fascinating how the author explores Stella’s character,” I began.

She nodded in agreement. “Who’s your favorite character?”

“Stella. Who’s yours?”

“Michael, I just think he’s way more fun.”

I shrugged. “He may be more fun but Stella’s structured. I like structure.”

We continued to talk about the book, and it felt great. I’m a person who’s used to big gestures and doing things extravagant. I never thought the day would come when I was contented by simply sitting in my living room, after hours, with a beautiful girl discussing a romance book. It never gets better than this.

“I must say,” She yawned, “When I told you about the book, I never expected you to get it,” she said with an excited gleam in her eyes.

I leaned in. “Why?”

She sighed and shrugged. “I’m just not used to people doing that for me and It’s actually pretty cute that you invited me over just to talk about a book.”

I laughed, feeling at ease. “Get used to it, and there’s no one else I’d rather be here with.”

“I’m sure there’s a couple thousand at least.” I nodded.

“Not even close.”

She leaned in for a kiss and I felt my walls drop. She was it for me. I just needed to convince her that I’m it for her.

Azzaria

I’ve experienced a lot and of everything I’ve experienced, this has to be the best moments. I had no idea which planet he came from, but it was definitely not Earth.

Men like him were the ones you dreamt about. The ones you read about in books and watched on the TV. The ones your mother told you would sweep you off your feet. The princes in the Disney movies.

But no. He was real. He was not a prince in a Disney movie or a fictional character.

He was real.

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