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262 pages, Paperback
First published September 25, 2019
He may be a gigantic pain in my ass — since birth — but he’s still damn cute. Too bad he has the reputation of a porn star.
“Leaving so soon?” I look over at the beautiful woman with the wild mane of dark curls. “Unfortunately, yes.”
“Bring it on, Anita.”
“Lisa!” She punches me.
I catch sight of the half-dozen used condoms littered all over the floor as I shrug on my jeans.
That’s one thing about living in LA — there’s no shortage of sunshine or sexual relations.
Speaking of hypnotic, Harley, the bartender, has some enchantments of her own. Specifically, humongous boobs, killer curves, and come-fuck-me eyes. She does it to me every time. Every, fucking, time.
One of those perks? Hooking up with the hot bartender in the back room.
I follow after her as she exits the bar, placing my hands on her slim waist. This isn’t our first time sneaking away during one of her shifts. We both know the drill.
And now here I am waking up next to the man I have tried to forget over the last ten years.
Damon’s feelings are a work of fiction. An illusion. Now you see them, now you don’t. I’ve experienced what he’s capable of firsthand. He’s fed me niceties before, and I tripped over my own feet believing them. But never again. One heartbreak hand delivered from Damon is all I can take. I can’t, and won’t, open myself up to him like that again.
“She needed a shoulder to cry on after the funeral.” “God, you are a piranha. You went after the Bowman’s grieving daughter?”
Hannah — head cheerleader, prom queen, and school slut — has Damon pinned against the wall with her tongue shoved down his throat. I’ve put up with a lot of bullshit in my life. Gone through the highs and lows from my family situation. But never has my heart broken in a way it is right now.
I let my guard down. I trusted him. And this is what I get for it? A slap in the damn face.
I’ll never forget that punch she threw at the prom.
“Let me go down on you,” she huffs with her messy hair all over her face. She’s Houston, and I definitely have the problem. I push myself off her and lean back on the table, the green felt scratchy instead of soft under my fingertips. I will give it to Vanessa, she brings her A game on a mission to get me hard.
“Fuck, Vanessa.” I finally put a stop to it, all of it. Groaning infuriatedly as I rake my hands down my face. She stands with a perplexed look as I work quickly to fix myself.