
The Art of Curating Romance - Chapter 2
He watched her, mesmerized. How had he let her slip away from him? Why wouldn't she glance his way?
A new experience every week.
He watched her, mesmerized. How had he let her slip away from him? Why wouldn't she glance his way?
Natalie Rosetti, curator and almost-Art History PhD, is definitely not attracted to that infuriating visiting Oxford professor who keeps frequenting the museum during her shifts.
Natalie Rosetti vowed to herself that she would, under no circumstances, allow Professor Martin Laurent to win at this game.
And so it was that you became the mother. Over the years, you bore not one, not two, but ten children with King Casimir. The cruelest king in the world, as it turned out, was a rather affectionate father who doted on his daughters and took pride in his sons.
King Casimir kept his word. And in fact, it seemed to you that he got even more horny for you now that you were pregnant. “Be at ease now, my sweet. You and only you. You’re the mother of my child. You’re the one I’m fucking to