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On an attractiveness scale, he ranges right between a lead singer from a rock band you’d like to fuck and a runway model for Burberry and Calvin Klein.
Me, bedding any guy. Him, drinking all of the time.
How does this guy not have liver issues or her an sti
directions. In his right hand, he cuddles an empty bottle of Macallan, a ten thousand-dollar whiskey. Five more liquor bottles scatter the ground. Some half-full, others dry.
this guy def has liver cirrhosis
His addiction scares me sometimes. Alcoholism can destroy livers and kidneys, and one day, he may not wake up from a night of bingeing. But how can I tell him to stop? How can I judge him when I am nowhere near ready to let go of my crutch? So for right now, this is the best I can do.
All at the ripe age of 20 is crazy
I haven’t had sex in over twenty-four hours, and Lo hasn’t consumed his usual amount of alcohol since he watched me all night. And we’re about to be sequestered on a boat. With my family.
Thank god
“Stop staring at my fucking girlfriend,” Lo says, topping it off with a bitter smile. “That’d be great, thanks.”
Can they just be together alr
“I’m not one of your conquests,” he says in a throaty voice. “I know what you want, and you don’t need to take it. I can give it to you.”
Hey now
“I’ve never pretended, Lil. We’ve been together, even if you thought it was some fucking lie. We just weren’t having sex.” He stares at his glass. “On bad days, I’d touch you more than I should, I admit. Like when Daisy spent the night, but I was hoping you’d finally open your eyes and realize that I was there. You didn’t have to suffer or go be fulfilled by some other guy. I was right in front of you.”
“I want to love you more than I love this”—he waves his bottle—“and I don’t know how else to do it unless there’s something to lose.”
Why can’t I have an addiction that people understand?
I wish this for you too
His eyes harden, his cheekbones sharpening which turn his lips into a pout. “Just get behind me.”
Whsn hes protective
Connor nods, his muscles tensing. “Yes. Let’s see what we have here. Net worth of maybe”—he scans the mansion behind me—“twenty-five million combined.” He points to Lo and me. “Calloway and Hale. That’s every fucking soda can in your house and all your little nephews and nieces’ diapers. Billions. So yeah, I’m going to side with the two people that make your inheritances look like chump change.”
Clock it
“I’ve just seen Smallville on television.
Tom welling 😍😍
“Because if you thought Lo was in serious trouble, I don’t think you’d do a thing about it. And that fucking pisses me off.” He looks me over. “So deal with me.”
Hes either a secret brother or lover
“What’s wrong with me?” I choke. I start to dress quickly, finding my bra littered on the Escalade floor.
A lot of things
