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A Habit Like Love
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  • Reads 126
  • Votes 27
  • Parts 2
  • Time 12m
Ongoing, First published Jul 02
She calls it 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. He calls it 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕...
But what if they're both right?

Alexandria is sunshine in heels―warm, chaotic, and a rush of adrenaline no matter the time.

Neil is the human equivalent of a locked office door and a "Do Not Disturb" sign. He might as well be a Greek sculpture―stone-cold, all muscles, and a sharp jaw.

When she finds her long-time boyfriend cheating, she does what any sane woman would do: cry, sulk, dump his cheating ass...

and kiss the first man she sees mid-rant.

Unfortunately, that man is none other than Mr. Habit-Over-Heart himself―Neil Hughes, the guy who loathes her.

She thinks he's emotionally constipated.
He thinks she's a walking impulse.

And her company's new campaign requires them to work together closely in Paris, the city of love.

Can a hopeless romantic fall for a man who claims love is just a habit in disguise―controlled, contained, and changed when convenient?

𝑶𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆?
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