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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The last one has Yuki gripping my hand so tightly I wonder if I’ll end up with broken fingers. I know those girls mean well, but I wish I could tell them that Yuki being sweet is the last thing he wants to hear.

When we’re far enough from his adoring fans, I say in a small voice, “Sorry.”

He snorts.

“I really mean it.”

Yuki only gives me a look.

I grin. Okay, he got me. I’m not sorry at all. The truth is, I love it when he does things that only perfect bishounen in shoujo should be capable of doing. It just has my creative juices flowing so that I’m practically drowning with ideas.

And besides, it’s not really my fault, is it? He’s a god. Things like this will always happen, no matter how much he wishes otherwise.

I tug at his hand, and when he looks down, I smile up at him. “Thank you.”

He flicks my forehead hard in response.

“Ow!” But even so, I can’t stop myself from grinning.

I am so loved.

“Stop that.”

My grin widens. “Stop what?”

“That.” Yuki pulls my Gudetama mask down to cover my face. “You’re scaring kids with the creepy grin on your face, senpai.”

I push my mask back up. “Am not!” I try to sound offended. “That’s such a rude—-”

In front of us, a little girl bursts into tears, and she’s staring straight at me like she’s just seen a Kuchisake-Onna without her medical mask.

Yuki bursts into laughter when I hastily pull my mask back down.

“Not funny,” I grumble.

But bloody sadistic sod that he is, Yuki only pulls me close and kisses the top of my head, his good mood fully restored now that I know my I’m-in-love-with-Yuki grin is capable of scaring kids into tears.

“Would you like that, senpai?”

My eyes light up when I see Yuki pointing at a stall selling sodas in plastic bottles shaped like light bulbs. There’s a different shade for every flavor, and I’m even more excited when I see a little girl do something to the bottle that makes it light up like a disco ball.

“Do you?”

Gaaaaah.

I want to hold on to my grudge, but the bloody sod knows all my weaknesses. He knows I’m itching to get one for myself just so I can give it a try and possibly draw it for my manga.

Yuki smirks. “Last chance.”

Bloody, bloody hell.

The smirk should make me mad, but instead it just makes my toes curl hard. Smirks aren’t supposed to be that sexy, blast it. He then raises a brow, and double blast it, that is one sexy look, too.

I unhappily give up on holding on to my grudge. “Grape, please.”

Yuki ruffles my head. “Good girl.”

He turns away, and I know I’m not the only girl in the crowded street whose gaze is trailing after him. Yuki dressed in jeans is sexy, Yuki dressed in a suit is gorgeous, but Yuki in a yukata?

I touch the corner of my lips under my mask, just to make sure I haven’t unconsciously started drooling.

And you get the point, right?

My phone rings just as Yuki returns to my side. It’s the sheikh, and Yuki’s gaze narrows.

“Umm—-”

“Loudspeaker, please.” Yuki’s tone is extremely polite.

I nervously take a sip of my grape soda.

This is not going to be good.

I answer the call. “Hello, sheikh.” I clear my throat. “We’re, umm, on loudspeaker.”

“Perfect,” the sheikh drawls. “It is actually Himura I would like to speak to.”

Yuki takes the phone from me, saying evenly, “Then you should’ve called me directly.”

“I could, but why would I?” The sheikh’s tone is silky. “This is much better since I get to hear the lovely voice of Katerina.”

“That’s Ms. Chariot to you.”

My fingers tighten around the light-bulb bottle. Maybe I’m being a little too optimistic...but I think they could get along, couldn’t they?

“Not if she had joined my stable,” the sheikh murmurs.

I choke on my soda. “Sheikh!”

“An ageing stud would never do it for her,” Yuki retorts.

I give up drinking.“Yuki!”

“I don’t know about that,” the sheikh says lazily. “Young bloods tend to be too volatile and end up hurting their mares—-”

Aghast at the direction the conversation has taken, I blurt out, “Enough horsing around!”

There’s a small pause, and then both men burst into laughter.

I turn red. “What I mean is, quit it!” Bloody hell, their horsey humor is terribly contagious.

And so they do, but only because the two men seem horribly satisfied at having succeeded in embarrassing me. Maybe it’s not that unrealistic to think they’d get along, after all.

When the call ends, Yuki says, “You should block his number.”

I sputter in laughter. “You know I can’t do that. And besides—-” I squeeze his hand as we start walking again. “The sheikh already has someone else.”

One dark brow lifts at my words. “And you are certain of this?”

“I think he’s going to end up with Kyria,” I confide in a low voice.



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