A Shot of Pretty Poison (Pretty Poison Trilogy #3)

by Kelsey Clayton

The pain of heartbreak is all consuming and love is nothing but a parasite.

“Please. I’m a woman. We basically changed the definition of the word fine. No one is ever fine when they say that.”

“The difference between him and me is that he left his family. Mine left me.”

“That’s Miss Bitch to you. Seniority, asshole.”

“Ten minutes?” he asks, and I nod. “See, that’s where we differ. You only need ten minutes with me, but I needed the rest of my life with you.”

“There’s a part of me that still loves you,” I say honestly. “There’s always going to be a part of me that still loves you. But right now, there’s a part of me that wants to hate you, and I’m not sure which is stronger.” She sniffles, wiping away her tears and nodding. “I get that. I do.” I get up from the table and put my fist on it. “Just do me a favor?” “Anything,” she replies, and I know she means that. “Don’t go anywhere until I figure it out.”

“So, that’s her, huh?” she asks. “The girl who made it so you don’t believe in love anymore?”

“I believe in love,” I say simply. “I just don’t believe in it with anyone but her.”

Laiken was always my happily ever after.

“As I live and breathe, Laiken fucking Blanchard.” Wrong last name, fucker.

there’s the thin, gold choker around her neck that I would love to replace with my hand right about now.

“Be a good girl for me and stay quiet. You know how.”

“Oh my God,” she moans. I smirk. “Nope. Not even he can make you feel this good.”

“I don’t hate you, baby,” I whisper. “I just hate that I wasn’t enough.”

before I have to wake up and do it all over again. I lean over the counter, watching the coffee slowly drip into the pot like I’m not relying on it to survive right now. Fucking gross bean juice.

To anyone who drinks their coffee black, I salute you. That shit takes a special level of self-loathing.

her kiss is intoxicating, and I know too well what it’s like to be addicted to her. The withdrawal is a bitch.

“I want to eat nothing but you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” I tell her. “Fuck you for keeping this from me.”

If I’m ever dying, please let her put me out of my misery. Let her sit on my face so I can suffocate on her pussy and die happy.

“Don’t be a brat. You’ll get more when I give you more. But right now, I need to be inside of you.”

Imagine if Hayes went up to Cam and said, hey bro, fucked your sister’s mouth today.

“Well, good to see his caveman tendencies are as strong as ever.”

“I will always protect what’s mine.”

“No, H,” she says softly, looking right into my eyes, “You are my dream.”

“Pretty Poison?”

Because that’s what she’s been for me—a pretty poison. She runs through my veins and attacks every inch of me, making it so I can think of nothing and no one but her.

Have you ever felt like you’re tightroping the line between stable and epic breakdown? You know that one wrong move will send you plummeting into the abyss, but you also know that if you stop moving, you’re fucked then, too. So, you keep taking steps, convincing yourself and everyone around you that you’re okay, and hoping like hell that you make it through alive. That’s what my life is like at all times.

I’m forced to learn how to function in the chaos.

“I love the sound of my name when you say it like that.” “Like what?” “Like you’re going to self-destruct if you don’t get what you want.”

“You’ve turned me into a fucking sex- addicted monster.”

“I know. It’s the second best thing I’ve ever done.” “What was the first?” “Marrying you.”

“You’re such a caveman you have to marry me twice, huh?”

Laiken Rose Wilder is the best part of my day. She’s my present, my past, and my future, and because of that, I’ll never regret a single thing.

There’s no me without her.