Jyojiko

"What the fuck did you send over, Nicky?" Laurie is screaming over the phone at six fucking  o'clock in the morning.

"It has a note. And I believe that the message was clear." the name Nicky answered.

"Well that's exactly, why I am asking!"  she exclaimed angrily, glaring at the innocently looking red leather pill box, that is instantly recognizable as a famous jewelry brand, sitting on her kitchen counter, with a note that says - I heard you cry over a guy, here's a small gift to let you know that I'd marry you anytime.

With the familiar scrawling penmanship in the white piece of paper, she would know who sent her the note, even without calling the guy on the phone.

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When the guy you confessed to rejected you, and your two exes came back running—declaring they would marry you any time, what would you do?

Would you choose a familiar old love or the one that has your heart but doesn't want you?

And to add to the chaos, her mother is on a mission to marry her nearing thirty-something ass to any man who breathes. 

What should a girl do in such a situation? Run away, of course! 

But then, how far can you run away until all the life's decisions you screwed up in the past caught up with you and you ended up with no choice but to face them. 

Welcome to Laurie’s adventure and just to be clear this is not a love story BUT a quest.

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

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Book cover by Sendaline_16

Capture A Husband: My Asian Mother's Quest

After the main course, Jiro brought out some fancy-looking desserts. They were on a square glass and when he put them in front of her, she recognized the dessert as tiramisu.

"I would ask you to marry me if you would tell me you also made the desserts."

He threw his head laughing. "Too bad, I just got them from a store."

"Well, you can't be any more perfect."

He laughed again, shaking his head.

When she took a bite of the tiramisu, she closed her eyes because they were so smooth and the right amount of bitterness to them. It was a legit tiramisu. One of the best she had ever tasted.

"It would be best if we had coffee," she grinned.

He stretched his arm and touched the corner of her lip, wiping it, then brought his hand back to his lips and licked his thumb.

"I'm pretty sure, I don't have anything on my lips."

"I got busted, didn't I?" He chuckled. "I simply want to taste your lips."

How Was Your Exes?