The Interview (The Whittingtons, #1)

by Donna Alam

Women are fickle, you know. And men are idiots. ~ Marc Levy

It feels dirty but somehow on the right side of wrong.

“Are your ears just ornamental?”

“Why don’t you have a rest? Take the day off from stupid.”

“Well, sometimes the truth is inconvenient.”

Fear is the death of choice, and a mental death has to be just as agonizing.

“You’re such a pretty little thorn in my side.”

There’s no such thing as dirty fighting; ask any one of my brothers. There’s only winning and making sure you’ve still got a pretty nose at the end of it.

“People who get out of bed with a smile on their face are to be treated with suspicion.”

“You’re like sunshine, you know.” “Bright and cheerful?” I reply with a tiny preen. “Deceptively dangerous. Something tells me if I’m not careful, you’ll leave me burned.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re the kind of person who, when faced with a red flag, just sprinkles glitter on it.”

be good! before adding, but if you can’t be good, be careful!

“What can you do? Let me see… off the top of my head?” He actually taps the top of his head. “Tell her not to? Or what about, now here’s a revolutionary idea,” he adds with much sarcasm, “show her you’re a better option. A better bet. A better man. One worth risking her heart on. Because if you let her do this, if you let her go, you will regret it,”

the way I feel right now, fuck six months. Sixty years won’t give me my fill.

I forcibly push away the thoughts (compartmentalizing is my jam)

“That sounds suspiciously like it falls under the category of shenanigans.”

I promised I wouldn’t fall in love with her, and I wasn’t lying. On a technicality only. I’d already fallen for her at the point I’d said that. Fallen hook, line, and painful sinker.

“You’re not pretty, my darling. You’re fucking stunning.”

I want her with a strength that frightens me. I want to keep her, bind her to me. I want to make her happy. Be her mornings and her evenings. Her friend and her lover, her shield and her confidant. I love her so much I want to keep her forever.

“Give me this chance, darling. I will love you fiercely. Constantly. Inventively.” She laughs again, her walls gripping me like a glove. “I will give you more love than you’ll ever need. I will worship you eternally.”

Be fearless. Because what is fear but a monster of your own making? What’s scarier than fear? Only the inevitable.

Stop being hard on yourself. Life can be hard enough without all that mind chatter.