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264 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 11, 2016

“Yeah, deffo. I only wish I could have met Hilary, too. Sucks the way she passed,” Cori says, sounding a bit sad."
I nod at Blake as he walks by. Of course, he never notices me, though… at least, not the way I want him to. It sucks. I’ve had a crush on Blake for years now, since I first met him, but he treats me as if I’m his little sister. Nothing like being in the friend-zone.
Whenever Blake asks me to send flowers to the woman of the week, or call up a restaurant to get a reservation, my heart breaks just a little bit more.
The last thing I remember as my temples begin to pound is her going down on her knees in front of me in the men’s room.
Why is it, every stupid ass time I’m drunk, I end up hooking up with that bitch, Stacy.
“Oh, and Cori, when you get back, please make sure you make a reservation for tonight at eight at Tiffany’s. And send flowers to Jodi please.”
I glare at her, and she matches it. “I never realized you were such a slut,” I tell her, seething. Corinne’s face pales. “Fuck you, asshole. You are my boss. This is none of your business,” she retorts, throwing her hands out in anger. “It damn well is my business when you are fucking some dickhead in the bathroom of my company party!”
Why wasn’t I good enough before? Was it just because he couldn’t see what was under my baggy clothes? Or is it the fact that he now knows I’m easy.
“I’m going to help you get the girl because, honestly, watching you fuck your way through all the women in town, and repeatedly with that horrible wench Stacy, is getting on my nerves,” she says, taking a seat at the edge of my desk.
After a shitty day, I usually go to the dive bar downtown and hook up with whomever I can to bang out my issues. Tonight, I chose Cori.
“Yeah, deffo. I only wish I could have met Hilary, too. Sucks the way she passed,” Cori says, sounding a bit sad.
“Yeah, you dumb fuck! Not only did you fuck Melissa, after you’ve been chasing after her for months, you left with another woman a few hours later… And guess what, you dumb fuckstick? She’s fucking pregnant because of your dumbass.”
“I was high. Only reason I remembered doing it was because, the next morning, the bitch I took home told me about the girl running out of the club as I left, crying. Then the memories came back.” He rubs his face. “I’m such a dick.”
“I couldn’t handle their friendship. I might have forgiven them for what they did to me, but I didn’t like them still being as close as they were—cuddling, Adam babysitting so damn often we never had time together, and then I heard Kayden, Sophie’s son, ask Adam to please love his mommy more so he could be his daddy for real. God, my heart broke hearing that. And Adam, he said... Fuck. He said, ‘I wish I could, buddy’.”
“Blake, I’m serious. I’m short, and the tub is slippery. Only bad things will come from this.” “Trust me.”
"My dick!" Blake croaks. I panic, crawling toward him. "I told you this would happen." Tears well up in his eyes, and he stares at me, cupping his precious jewels.
"You broke my dick." I shake my head. "I told you shower sex was bad. This is your fault for not listening to me."
“Should’ve known. What did he think would happen? You are only four eleven, he’s six two. Good grief,” she says, following me to the bathroom




