Falling for My Ex – College Billionaire Romance Read Online Marian Tee

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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
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“Well...” Do I go around in circles or do I give it to him straight?

His phone suddenly vibrates against the counter, and I can’t help it. My gaze swerves to it the same time his does, and we both see the photo of a girl flash on the screen.

It’s the same girl he threatened to shag in front of me thirty-seven days ago.

Ah.

That makes things a lot easier.

Straight it is then.

As Yuki starts to answer the call, I say baldly, “First, I’d like us to be friends—-”

His eyes widen.

“And after that, I’d like to become your girlfriend again—-”

A shrieking sound comes out from the phone, but Yuki and I both ignore it.

“And if I have to seduce you to make that happen, well, so be it.”

Yuki’s phone slips out of his fingers.

Take that, Girl He Won’t Ever Shag Again.

Word of the Day: Zettai Ryōiki, n.

1. Translates to ‘absolute territory’ in English.

2. A term often used by otaku in reference to an exposed or uncovered part of a girl’s legs (the space between the hem of a girl’s skirts and the top of her over-the-knee socks).

Blog #731

Do you know what it feels like to have a god try to seduce you? It’s equal parts frustrating and thrilling. Every word he says is temptation in itself, every look a caress, every touch hot enough to make you burn. It’s an experience like no other, but so is being dumped by a god. When a god stops loving you, it’s no different than being thrown in the middle of an ocean, with no one or nothing to cling to. You’re drowning without him, and the only way to stay afloat is to find another man to love.

But...how can you love a mere mortal when you’ve loved a god? How can one ordinary man love you enough to make you forget a god?

It’s just not possible.

KC: Ohayo.

KC: Gozaimasu.

KC: (~ ̄³ ̄)~

Yuki: Please stop spamming me.

I grin like a fool at his reply. Oh, Yuki. Doesn’t he know that those words can’t ever hurt me now?

While waiting for him to come down, I take a screencap of our conversation and upload it to the message group I have with Lace, Aria, and MJ. Although I only got to know the two other girls in college, we all hit it off from the start, and they know everything about me, too.

KC: Isn’t he cute?

Aria: Has learning Nihongo made you illiterate in English? He said you were SPAMMING him.

KC: You get it, don’t you, MJ?

MJ: I thnk it’s nevera bad thuing to be optimistic.

Aria: Don’t believe her. She’s laughing so hard beside me her hands are shaking while texting. That’s where all the typos are coming from.

MJ: AMNOT!

Aria: Liar, liar, typos on fire.

Lace: What would you do if he blocks you?

KC: He won’t.

Aria: Japan must be really something. Not only has it made you illiterate, now it’s made you clairvoyant, too?

MJ: But what if he does?

KC: 100% sure he won’t.

Lace: What gives?

KC: Because he loves me.

Aria: EWW.

Lace: BAHAHAHA.

MJ: YOU are the cute one, KC! <3

I’m about to type my reply when the elevator doors slide open and I see Yuki stepping out. He has a gray shirt layered over a black one with long sleeves while his denims hug his long, strong legs to perfection. And oh, let’s not forget his bum. We need a moment of absolute silence to admire—-

Yuki jerks when he catches sight of me seated at one of the couches facing the counter. A moment later he’s walking away.

I jump to my feet when I realize he’s definitely going to leave me behind. Sorry, Yuki’s sexy bum. I’ll have to offer prayers to your divine perfection next time. When I catch up to him, he’s already nearing the end of his street, and I call out, “Matte kudasai!” Please wait.

Yuki doesn’t even turn around, but just as he starts to cross the street the light changes, and Yuki reluctantly retreats.

Thank You, God.

When I make it to his side, Yuki asks point blank, “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for my master?”

Yuki chokes, and I smile sweetly. Serves you right. Once upon a time, Yuki “blackmailed” me into being his secret toy. I know it sounds dirty, and while I wish I could say it wasn’t –

Well, okay, the truth is, it’s as dirty as it sounds, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Is that what you’re wearing to class?”

Yuki’s frowning tone makes me glance down at my clothes: a black sailor dress matched with the same shade of over-the-knee socks and a pair of old rose Mary Janes. I normally wear something a lot more conservative back home, but...this is Tokyo. It’s the one place where no one would bat an eyelash if you dress like your favorite anime character to work or even just when walking to the grocery. Do you know how gloriously liberating that is?



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