Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: 73-On A Date With An Asshole

Verity:

Roman was a doctor in one of the packs, and from his dating profile alone, I could tell he had a long list of demands.

He wanted a curvy woman. A woman whose body could make anyone hungry.

Someone with a naturally round ass.

Someone with a tiny waist, broad hips, thin shoulders, and large breasts.

Basically, the kind of woman who practically existed only in fantasy books.

Ironically, I had worked hard on my figure and had managed to achieve something close to that ideal, but I still found it ridiculous that he had listed every physical requirement in such detail.

Then there was the hair.

He wanted fair-skinned women. He wanted this. He wanted that.

And I had decided to show him exactly what kind of crazy bitch he had matched with after writing all those demands.

Not to mention, he was aggressive, which would definitely work in my favor.

I arrived at the restaurant in a cab, making sure to get there about half an hour before Jaguar.

I wanted it to look as though they had approached us, not the other way around. We were not the ones stalking them.

The moment I arrived, I was greeted by a very handsome blue-eyed man.

He had the typical blond jock look. If I had to guess, he was probably in his twenties.

"Verity?" he asked.

The excitement in his eyes told me he was pleased to see me.

"Yes, Roman Empire," I joked.

He laughed and placed a hand over his chest.

"It’s Roman Wells," he corrected me. "Or Dr. Roman Wells."

Then he guided me to our table.

The restaurant had an open rooftop seating area.

It wasn’t particularly fancy, but it was cozy and aesthetic, with lights and lanterns hanging from wooden poles.

To be honest, it was extremely beautiful.

He pulled out my chair for me, acting every bit the gentleman, then sat across from me and unbuttoned his coat.

Wow!

The moment he sat down, he seemed mesmerized.

I mean, he actually paused.

"I’ve never seen a woman like you before," he complimented.

I smiled and lowered my gaze shyly.

"Thank you," I replied in the calmest tone I could manage.

"I mean, whenever I go on dates, the women I meet never look anything like their pictures. They present themselves as exactly my type, but then I always find something missing."

The asshole kept talking.

While I smiled and nodded along, internally, I wanted to tell him my ears were bleeding.

I wished he would stop talking soon

.

"But damn, look at you. Every inch of your body is perfection."

I watched a gulp travel down his throat as his eyes hungrily moved up and down my body.

"Thank you," I replied shyly.

I was wearing a brown dress that highlighted my breasts and hips perfectly.

It was fitted through the waist and stomach before flaring out to my knees.

The straps rested off my shoulders and were decorated with brown beads and diamantes.

There were three delicate straps in total, one of them slightly slipping to the side and resting lower on my shoulder.

The bodice was designed like a corset, with a beautifully curved neckline that showcased my cleavage.

I had paired it with a gold chain necklace, a simple leaf pendant, and gold-and-stone earrings.

As for my hair, I had curled it and left it loose around my shoulders.

"You’re just complimenting me too much now," I said shyly.

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