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“We're sitting at the bar in the Yellow Rose Lounge, a quiet place where people can go to have a drink and conversation. Furnished in dark woods, with soft, dim lighting, it's more peaceful than your average watering”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“I know you can't see it now, but this is a good thing, man,” I say. “You have your freedom back. You're young, good looking, have a great job – just think about how much pussy you're going to get.” “I don't want pussy,” he moans. “I want Stephanie back.” I groan inwardly. Stephanie is a terrible human being. I haven't liked her since they first started dating back when we were all going to Stanford together. She was always too pretentious and condescending for my liking. Always looked down on people and seemed to think that she was better than everyone else. No, Stephanie and I never got on well at all. I know that it’s always bugged Trey, but some people just don't click. I never went out of my way to be an asshole to her – at least, not usually. But, I was never overly-friendly to her either. I have a hard time making nice with somebody I despise. Truthfully, I want to do fucking cartwheels and throw a party now that she's out of Trey's life. I genuinely think he'll be better off without her. And that he'll find a much better woman. I pour out another shot – a smaller amount this time – and Trey pounds it down, slamming his shot glass onto the bar again. “I really thought she was the one, man,” he says, sniffing loudly. “Yeah, well, I don't want to be an asshole,” I say, “but you usually aren't going to find the ‘one’ down on her knees sucking some other guy off in your house.” I feel bad for slapping Trey with such a hard dose of reality, but he needs it. Stephanie is about as close to the one for him as I am. I tried telling him that back in college. I've always suspected she had a side piece, but I couldn't ever prove it. And mentioning it to Trey was as useful as talking to a brick wall about it. All he ever saw in Stephanie was the good. Or at least, what he perceived to be good. But really, there is”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“But, it's also nice to have a place like the Yellow Rose for times when I need some quiet solitude. Or, when I need help nursing a friend through a bad, bitter breakup. The bartender pours”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“I disconnect the call and drop the phone into my pocket. Ordinarily, I'm more deferential to Trujillo. Given who he is and what he does, it only seems prudent, if not wise. I don't know what got into me just now. Talking to him like that is a good way to get my”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“With a sigh, I connect the call and stare down at the glitter and sparkle of the lights in the city below me. I'm not an overly sentimental man, but looking down on the city makes me appreciate its beauty.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Gabby is another teacher at the Gilmore Academy, the school I teach at. She has also been my best friend since our own days at prep school. She's a gorgeous woman –tall, blonde, thin. She looks like she could be doing spreads in Victoria's Secret catalogs or something. But more than that, she's intelligent. Fierce. And often, very outspoken.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Everything okay?” I ask. “Yeah, I just –I still don't know why you're doing this, Brayden,” she says. “I already explained myself.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“My best friend looks at me and downs the shot of bourbon in his glass. His eyes are red and rheumy, a look of misery etched upon his face. Trey sniffs loudly and slams his glass down on the bar, drawing the attention of a few of the people sitting around us. “I loved her, man,” he says. I nod and pat him on the shoulder. “I know you did, man.” We're sitting at the bar in the Yellow Rose Lounge, a quiet place where people can go to have a drink and conversation. Furnished in dark woods, with soft, dim lighting, it's more peaceful than your average watering hole. The music is kept low enough that you don't have to shout to be heard, and the flat panel televisions showing highlights from various games are kept on mute. The Yellow Rose is a lounge that caters to business professionals and people who want to have a quiet drink, a mellow conversation, or be alone with their thoughts. There are plenty of bars in Austin that cater to the hellraisers and I've been known to patronize those places now and then. But, it's also nice to have a place like the Yellow Rose for times when I need some quiet solitude. Or, when I need help nursing a friend through a bad, bitter breakup. The bartender pours Trey another shot – which he immediately downs. “Might as well leave the bottle,” I say. The bartender pauses and gives me a considering look, knowing he shouldn't leave a bottle with customers. I think it's a law or something. Reaching into my pocket, I drop a couple of hundreds down on the bar, which seems to relieve him of his inner-conflict. He quickly scoops up the cash, sets the bottle down, and strolls down to the other end of the bar. I pour Trey another shot, which he downs almost instantly and then holds his glass up for another. Not wanting to see him pass out or die from alcohol poisoning, I know I need to pace him. I set the bottle back down on the bar in front of me and turn to my friend”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Running late,” Trujillo”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“And I swear to God, that smile is so electric and has such a weight to it that I feel my breath catch in my throat –and about melts my”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Title Page”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“So?” she asks. “Dish. Tell me everything.” I shrug, not even knowing where to start. So much has happened in such a short period of time that I'm honestly still trying to process it all. “Okay, well, Brayden’s obviously gorgeous,” she starts. “Filthy rich. I saw the Rolex he was sporting. He's got great fashion sense. And apparently, he fucks like a blue-ribbon champion. Those”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“It's something I've repeated to myself a million times already. And even now, after saying it one million and one times, it doesn't make me feel one iota better. Trujillo is a wild card. He's unpredictable and I never know what he's going to do, let alone what he’s thinking. He very well could decide that I’m more trouble than it’s worth. That he'll eat the money I owe him just to wash his hands of me. I just don't know.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Trujillo”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Ipull into the driveway outside of my father's house and shut off the engine. I sit behind the wheel for a moment, studying the house. He'd called me last night and demanded that I come over for dinner tonight. Didn't request. He demanded.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“We're standing at the bar in Club Myst, one of the trendiest nightclubs in Las Vegas. The music is loud, and people are grinding, bodies close together, on the dance floor. The lighting inside the club is dim, and everything is done in dark woods and a dark color scheme. The ceiling is dotted with lights that are, I’m guessing, supposed to look like stars, and the ground is covered in a foot-deep mist that's lit a deep green from underneath, giving the room a strange, mystical glow.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“It's something I've repeated to myself a million times already. And even now, after saying it one million and one times, it doesn't make me feel one iota better. Trujillo is a wild card. He's unpredictable and I never know what he's going to do, let alone what he’s thinking. He very well could decide that I’m more trouble than it’s worth. That he'll eat the money I owe him just to wash his hands of me. I just don't know. And it's that uncertainty that has my balls climbing up into my throat. The black SUV pulls into the rest stop, as I’m trying to avoid comparing the sound of gravel crunching beneath the tires with the sound my bones would make beneath those same tires. The SUV pulls to a stop in front of me and the driver cuts the lights. After being nearly blinded by the headlights, it takes my eyes a minute to re-adjust to the darkness.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Chapter Two”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Life is an uncertain, messy thing. Especially when emotions get involved and everything seems so immediate. But, even in our pain, that's what gives our lives such vibrancy. We have so little time in this world, shouldn't we spend it being genuinely happy?”
― R.R. Banks, Surprise Delivery

“Rolling onto my side, I prop myself up on my arm and look at her. She's beautiful. But more than that, I feel like I have a real connection with her. She's sharp, witty, funny, and a great conversationalist. She gives as good as she gets and has a warped sense of humor –two traits that I find to be very admirable.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“My cell rings. I pull it out of my pocket and look at the ID. Trujillo.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“that Noah and Snow could worry”
― R.R. Banks, Accidental Daddy

“About the Author”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“was mine. And I had to claim her. I tasted her full lips and devoured”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“cell”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Table of Contents Copyright and Disclaimer Title Page Book Description 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”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“Given who he is and what he does, it only seems prudent,”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“I've never been more uncomfortable or mortified in my entire life. The fact that Gabby pulled me into a booth with this man, a stranger to us both, and started talking about blow jobs? I want to fucking die right now. I can't even look him in the eye.”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“He never takes his mouth off me, not for one second, until I stop moving. Once I've experienced every possible bit of pleasure, he stands up and looks me dead in the eyes. My juices coat his face, which he wipes off with his hand. He licks his lips and smiles”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married

“eyes”
― R.R. Banks, Accidentally Married