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“Thank you.” She rounds the desk to give him a hug.
“Vee, get over here,” he calls out, waving me over. “Oh, I don’t think—” “Get over here. I need all my girls together.”
He holds her feet as Ella rests her crossed arms and chin on his beanie, the two of them walking home. And the only thought that crosses my mind is that I’m entirely done for.
“Fuck. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. I’ve never done this before.”
“Evan?” My stomach drops to the floor. I want to throw up. I want to hide. I want to chuck my phone against the wall, hearing this woman’s voice. The woman who left me when I was sixteen. “Mom?”
“You do love giving people the wrong impression, don’t you?”
“I’ve been myself before, and that wasn’t enough. My own fucking mother left me, for Christ’s sake!”
I cried before you got here, actually.”
“My mom called me.”
“I hung up on her the second I realized who it was, but then it caused a full-blown panic attack that I couldn’t get out of. My whole body was locked up, and I started crying like a fucking baby on the bathroom floor. I got in the shower to try to wash it all away, and that’s why I didn’t hear you knocking.”
“Don’t.” He closes his eyes as if he’s in pain from stopping me. “Don’t do that unless there’s more that comes with it, and I don’t mean physically.”
“Fucking knew it. I mean how could you not? I’m fucking great. I’m—” “Shut up.” I slap a palm over his mouth. “Shut. Up,”
Maddison: Close your fucking curtains. Maddison: Don’t ignore me, asshole. Close your fucking curtains.
“Because I’m about to eat you out like you’re the last goddamn meal on the planet.”
“Did you think something was going to happen tonight when you picked these out, sweetheart?” “I was hoping,”
“You’re fucking beautiful, and you’re in the exact right place. My fancy penthouse looks a hundred times better with you in it.”
“Can you still fuck me as if you hate me, though?”
I’m about to do something I’ve never done before, and that’s have sex with a fuck-ton of eye contact and intimacy, but I’ve never wanted anything more.
“Oh my God, Zee.” She holds on to me, her arms keeping me close as I continue my torturous pace. “You feel amazing.” “Sweetheart,” I laugh, lifting to look at her. “My ego is already fucking huge, and I’m trying not to come in under thirty seconds, so leave the praising to me, please.”
He takes two handfuls of my ass, pushing me into him. “Morning sex and breakfast.”
“You’re right, Mom. I’m such a disappointment, aren’t I? Because I’d rather volunteer at a dog shelter than stay home and play Stepford wife. Or because I’d rather shop at a thrift store than wear whatever shit you and all your pretentious friends wear. Or maybe I’m a disappointment because I don’t want to marry the guy who used me for three years while he was bored. I’m sorry I don’t want to be his option anymore, Mom, but I’m done with both of you making me feel like I’m not enough. I’m really done with anyone who makes me feel that way.”
“I know you do.” That comes with a quick kiss. “And I accept you, but more importantly than all of that, at some point, you’re going to need to accept yourself.”
“One day, I hope you can fully appreciate the body you’re living in because, sweetheart, it’s smoking hot, and my dick has never been happier.”
“Sweetheart, death by pussy is the only way I plan on going, so get over here. If I don’t make you come at least twice before my game tonight, I don’t think we’ll win.”
“I love when you piss me off, and I said sit. Not hover.” He pulls my hips down, his mouth finding my clit.
Mr. Unattached has really turned into Mr. Needy these past few weeks.
“The thought of you riding me while wearing your flight attendant uniform in my G-Wagon is making me painfully hard, Vee.”
legs, Zanders takes my satin scarf and secures my hands, tying me up.
“Sometimes I let you think you’re in control, but not this time.”
“Fucking hell, how do you feel this good?”
“Your body is my favorite thing on this planet.”
“And wearing your hand around my throat like a necklace is my favorite piece of jewelry.”
“Jesus Christ, I’m obsessed...
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“You’re my personal version of heaven, Stevie girl.”
“Nothing more than he didn’t want me bringing Brett around you anymore.
“Miss Shay, there’s an Indy in the lobby. Says she’s your friend.” My brows furrow in confusion. Indy knows I’m spending the weekend with my brother, and she couldn’t wait to get home to Alex. So why the hell is she here?
“I found Alex with someone else.”
clothing a second life. You have no idea where some of this has been. Maybe someone wore this dress the night they had their first kiss.” She pulls a floral dress off the rack. “Or maybe”—she excitedly grabs a collared shirt—“maybe someone was wearing this when they got their dream job. All of this”—she sweeps her hand, motioning across the racks—“has a story, and maybe it’ll be what I’m wearing when something important happens in my life too.”
“Jesus. How are you real? Even when you’re caught being a fuckboy, you’re caught in the cutest way possible.”
And as that realization sinks in, I’m hit with the reminder that I’ve had a family. One that I miss.
out, “I miss my dad.”
Me: I miss you.
Dad: I miss you too, Evan. I know you have a lot of things you need to say, and whenever you’re ready to say them, I’m ready to listen.
Dad: I love you.
I try to hold it in, but eventually, my body shakes with a silent sob. I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear that from him until now.
“I’m so proud of you,”
“Thank you for choosing me,”
“It’s the best decision I ever made.”
“I have the rules down for the most part. And as far as our team goes, your husband scores the goals, and the guy I’m dating sits his ass in the penalty box for being a dick.”
Having Stevie at my game, wearing my jersey does a whole lot of things to my possessive side.
