Law #2: Don't Play with a Player: A Sweet Office Romance Story (Laws of Love), Agnes Canestri [novels for students .txt] 📗

Law #2: Don’t Play with a PlayerLaws of Love Series

Agnes Canestri

Contents

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Epilogue

Author’s note

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Chapter 1

(Laia)

“I’ve found the perfect solution to all our problems, Laia!” Chelsea’s signature, over-the-top squeak reaches my ear before my bedroom door slams open, making the countless movie posters fastened to the wall with scotch tape flutter.

I peek up from the document that, despite my struggles of the past two hours, only contains two miserable lines.

She grins triumphantly with a copy of the local tabloid, Fancy & Stylish, clutched under her arm.

Ah, just as I thought.

My bestie can make the discovery of a trendy eyeshadow sound like she’s unveiled the secret to ending world famine. Her enthusiasm is part of her charm, really.

But, at this moment, I’m not ready to listen to whatever juicy celebrity gossip may go viral on her FabGal YouTube channel. I’ve barricaded myself in my room for an excellent reason. To avoid any distractions.

And that includes Chelsea’s news.

“Are you doing your applications?” she asks.

“Uhm, yeah,” I mumble, turning my laptop screen away so Chelsea can’t peer at the content.

I feel guilty for saying that I’m busy with my job search, when, in reality, I didn’t send out any resumes today.

Chelsea gives me a suspicious glare.

Her green eyes have a slight dropping on the outer corners, which might be considered a flaw by some, but my roomie knows exactly how to turn this feature into an advantage. She enhances her eyes with a black pencil so masterfully that she builds a glance that’s powerful and intriguing at the same time.

“You started that crazy bucket list thing you mentioned at dinner yesterday, didn’t you?” she says.

Busted!

“Maybe.” I keep my eyes on my screen.

If I don’t make eye contact, Chelsea might just leave.

My roomie refuses to take notice of my not-so-subtle hint and totters toward my bed. She zigzags between the stacks of books and heaps of papers scattered on the floor.

“I don’t get it, Laia,” she grumbles, almost tripping over a collection of hardcover Jane Austen classics. “You’re neat with our kitchen, but your room looks like the national library after a bomb explosion.”

“My books have outgrown the bookshelf. I’ll buy a larger one, right after I reimburse Alicia.” I shrug.

Chelsea comes as close as the romances I’ve stacked in front of my bed will allow. Still a few feet away, she launches over them onto my pink bedcover.

The sudden weight shakes the bed and jiggles my laptop.

“Why don’t we sell some of your books on eBay and use the money to upgrade your wardrobe instead?” She picks up the copy of Success lies Within Us from my bed and wiggles it at me.

“We could start with this.” She blinks at the cover and reads the blurb aloud. “Acclaimed motivational guide the New York Times describes as the book that will unshackle anyone’s hidden potential…”

I snatch the book from her hand and hide it behind my pillow. “You can’t sell this. I’m using it right now.”

Chelsea rolls her eyes. “You don’t need a book to tell you that when the poop hits the fan, people get drab…I could have told you that. And for less than sixteen bucks, which is what you spent on this guide.”

I shake my head. “It’s a bit more sophisticated than that. The author speaks about the ‘curse of the depleted heart chakra.’”

Which is definitely what I’ve got after the countless refusal letters.

Chelsea grimaces. “Just as I said, only in guru-ish mumbo jumbo. I don’t understand how this is supposed to help you find a