4.5⭐️ I don’t remember the last time a book gave me butterflies the way this book did or the way my heart would clench whenever something unexpected happened. Despite not usually liking the 1. person, present tense writing style, this author managed to write incredibly relatable characters who I could empathize with. Also, I loved the realistic way their relationship progressed despite their ONS. Yes, they were attracted to one another, but there was no insta-love between them. It actually took then quite a bit of time until they gave in to their attraction and started seeing each other.
So in this book, Cole and Delilah met at a bar on the same night Delilah‘s boyfriend broke up with her. There she meets a mysterious, good looking guy with whom she decides to have sex. Keep in mind that our fmc was a virgin up until that point, so despite having a ONS, she wasn’t some kind of floozy.
They had an incredible time together, but the next morning they decide to go their separate ways. No fuss, no nothing. You know, your average ONS.
What they didn’t expect, was to meet again at the same firm where Cole was the COO, and where she would be one of the architects that would work for said firm on various projects. And the story goes on from there!
At times, Cole was a bit of an ashhole to her, you know, he was your average rich guy with a cold and indifferent attitude towards life because of his mommy and daddy issues. Our girl Delilah however, was not only smart and kindhearted, but she also had a backbone of steel and didn’t allow him to walk all over her. I loved that about her, because these types of fmc‘s are very rare.
Anyway, I very much enjoyed Cole and Dalilah’s story and I can’t wait to read Tate and Roman‘s next.
My first book by this author and this will DEFINITELY not my last!
Here is a little excerpt for you:
"Please, Cole. Please don't do this. I thought this was working between us. I thought you were feeling the same-"
He's shaking his head before I even finish speaking. "Don't, Delilah. Don't make this harder than it has to be. This was always going to end, and you know that.
We both knew it."
My heart shatters into a thousand pieces. My head might have believed that, but my heart had succumbed to hope a long time ago. My heart, that is just as much of a liar as the man standing in front of me. Was this how my mom felt when my father walked away from her because she-we-didn't fit his life?
That thought is enough. I swallow, dash the tears from my cheeks, and give a curt nod.
"You can leave now."
His shoulders tense, but he doesn't move. He just stands there, staring at me with his hands clenched at his sides. I don't care if this isn't easy for him. I don't care if he didn't intend to hurt me. He's choosing this-he's choosing her-so he can damn well suffer the conse-quences.
I turn and walk to the door, more traitorous tears welling over. I let them fall this time.
Tonight is the last night I'll allow myself to cry over Cole King. I unlatch the door and hold it open. He still hasn't moved.
"Delilah, I..." he says, his voice rasping.
"Get out, Cole. I don't want you in my home anymore. I don't want you in my life. You want us to be over? Then we're over. So get the hell away from me."
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“Well, let me make it easy for you,” I say, not recognizing my own voice. “I’m going to walk back into that ballroom. I’m going to listen to the award ceremony. I’m not going to talk to you or Jessica or Tate. I won’t even look in your direction. Then, as soon as it’s over, I’m going to walk out of here and forget about you, and you’re going to do the same, Cole. Because whatever I thought we had was a lie and a joke, and I have no intention of dwelling on it. When I finally meet the man Iwill love for the rest of my life, you will be a distant memory. Now get out of my way.”
His posture is rigid, his face frozen, as if carved from stone. He stares at me, the fire in his eyes dimming until they’re blank pools of icy blue. He steps aside and I brush past him into the ballroom, where I proceed to do exactly what I said I would do. I join the Elite team, keep my eyes fixed on the stage, clap as the awards are announced, and even muster a genuine smile when our team receives the award for Sustainable Hotel Design Concept. I do all of it. All except the part where I said I’d forget all about him. It’s too hard to forget when my heart is breaking all over again as the truth of my own words rings in my ears.
What I thought he felt for me was a lie—one I was responsible for telling myself.”