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“I owe them—” “For tarnishing the Fizzle name? For bringing you up with cash and luxury?” He keeps shaking his head. “You and Lo have it so warped. You think you’re indebted to your parents because they gave you everything you have. But they didn’t give you what fucking mattered. They owe you. They owe you for not asking why their daughter isn’t home. Why she looks distant and sad. Why she has barricaded herself in a fucking apartment with her boyfriend. They have failed you, and if they tell you to get on a fucking plane or go to rehab—where we all know you shouldn’t be—then you need to tell
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the development in their relationship omg :')
“Whoever this motherfucker is,” my father says, “I will personally rip him a new asshole, Loren. You hear me? He’s not getting away with this shit.”
I think the six of us—we’re all strong. We’re each just a different kind of strong. But we all have a different kind of weak too. And I’m figuring out how to bottle my weakness to help them all.
“I just got off the phone with a friend,” Connor says. “You have other friends?” I ask with a frown. Why, out of everything, does this bother me? Maybe I’m too fucking emotional right now. I rub my eyes, trying to pull myself together.
Melissa stares straight into the camera, delivering her next lie. “Lily Calloway liked to do it a lot, but especially with both of them.” She pauses. “Together.”
are you insane???!! MELISSA, WE NEVER EVEN WANTED YOU THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE.
“Whatever happens, we’re in this together. You and me.” “Lily and Lo,” I say with a weak smile.
He reaches into his suit jacket and reveals a small black box. I don’t look at Lo. My eyes zone in on the case as Jonathan opens the lid, a shiny diamond ring inside. “Congratulations,” Jonathan says, his voice more rough than enthusiastic. “You’re now engaged, and the wedding will be held in a year.”
“She never hated me,” Connor says casually. “She bitched about you all the time in prep school. She’d return from Model UN, and I’d have to listen to her drone on about how Richard made a treaty against her country’s best interests. How Richard won the highest honor for countering terrorist actions.” Model UN sounds mildly intense and slightly scary. “For such a smart guy, you really know nothing,” Connor says, his voice even-tempered. “She liked me, Sebastian. She bitched to you because she was attracted to me, a guy that riled her more than placated her, and that pissed her off.” Connor
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PERIODDDD.
“Rose,” Connor says with such empathy, gazing at her with passion that nearly stops my heart. “You know me.”
“Can you teach me how to be the good kind of bad?” Christ. I want inside of you.
LOREN. HALE. UGHH.
“Nope,” I say and grab her hand, sliding her back to me. I take hold of her left leg and her hip, lifting her onto my lap with ease. She straddles me and braces herself with her hands on my chest. Her eyes widen in shock. “I’m…we’re…” I can’t stop grinning.
I know she’s on the pill, so I don’t bother grabbing another condom. I want to fill her with my cum, to leave myself inside of her all week.
so...... there's a word that starts with p and ends in t, and that's what lily is gonna be soon! (*i remember my friend telling me when she was reading this series.)
In this moment, I truly feel like I have a brother.
I don’t think I could have survived this life without that girl.
Since we were teenagers, she has always looked to me for reassurance, even if she won’t admit it. I’m her…rock.” He stares off as he finds the right words. “The unwavering thing. Confident, poised, unrelenting and annoyingly persuasive. If she sees that I’m frightened, she’ll gloat on the outside, as though I lost a round of chess, but internally she’ll begin to question herself. And I don’t particularly like when Rose loses her confidence and becomes less self-assured. She’s more vulnerable, and it breaks my heart.”
awhh, stop it.
His lips just lift higher. I suddenly come to the conclusion that I won’t ever know what Connor Cobalt really sounds like in his head—what words he finds abhorrent, what he thinks of certain situations, his real honest reactions that aren’t half-insults and half-something a little nicer.
AND I GET TO SEE INSIDE HIS HEAD NEXT BOOK. AAAAA.
“I was in high school,” she says. “I was just a girl, and I planned to go to college, to have boyfriends and a life. You were going to take all of that from me.” You were going to take all of that from me. The words ring in the pit of my ears. I stare at the bright sky, just staring, just looking for something that will never reveal itself to me.
that's not HIS fault. it's YOURS. he wasn't 'taking that away from you.' YOU took it away YOURSELF.
“So are we doing magazines again?” I fidget in my seat, a little nervous to be doing this with only Dr. Evans in the room. When Lo’s here, it feels less weird. “I think we should move on to another compulsion today.”
EW. I ALREADY KNOW HE'S GONNA BE A PERVERT. WHY IS HE SMUG.
His eyes drop to my thighs. “It would have been easier if you wore a dress or skirt, but I think you can manage.”
LILY, GET OUT OF THERE. OHMYGODDD MY GIRL CAN NEVER CATCH A BREAK!!!!
“Whores like you are obsessed with male genitalia. You’re going to look at it, touch it, suck it and I’ll shock you until you’re nice and normal.”
WHAT???
The room quiets, and I think maybe I’ve won. And then I feel it. On my leg.
LILY, RUN. I CAN'T STOP SCREAMING AT THE KINDLE.
Dr. Evans presses a hand over my mouth and his other hand starts descending to my shorts. “If you won’t do it yourself, I’ll have to do it for you.”
GO TO HELLLL.
I lost my mother again, but that’s a stupid thought. I can’t lose something that I never had.
He’s moving from his flat in Philly to a new apartment—same city, just a place with more guest bedrooms and less paparazzi lurking outside.
doesn't daisy live there, too??? and the plot thickens.
“Did you fucking tell them?!” he yells, clutching the granite counter. “Yes,” she suddenly says, touching her chest as though a weight has been lifted off. All this time, we assumed that the blackmailer was a man. Yet, here she stands.
omg.
Ryke shakes his head again, his voice shaking even more. “So you tormented Lily to hurt Loren, to retaliate against Jonathan fucking Hale, to stick it to his son, and I guess you strung Lily along for a while because Jonathan was squirming. You liked that. You took pleasure in his stress. And then when you leaked the news to the press, your book club friends and everyone else realized that you were cheated on. Right? You weren’t the gold digger after all. That’s great, Mom. Congratulations. You succeeded.”
He squats in the middle of the room, his hands on his head, not able to take a full breath. “What the fuck?” he keeps repeating. “What the fuck?” He laughs painfully into a broken sob.
“I can’t!” Ryke screams. “My mother fucking ruined your life! None of this would have happened if it weren’t for—” And then Lo pulls him to his chest, for a hug. Ryke hesitates for a second, and I wonder if he’s going to release his aggression on Lo by punching him. Instead, he fists the back of Lo’s shirt, and they stay like that, with Ryke choking, with his body vibrating in agony and guilt, and Lo clutching tightly, not letting go. “It’s not your fault,” Lo says, holding onto his older brother.
my eyes are tearing up omg.
“Listen to me,” Lo breathes in his ear. “Meeting you was the best thing that’s ever happened to us. I’m sober and Lily’s in recovery. None of that would have been possible if it wasn’t for you.” He shakes Ryke, and a tear slips out of Lo’s eye. “You are the fucking reason I’m with the girl I love; you’re my brother, so don’t you ever feel guilty for what’s happened now. That’s not on you.” He holds up Ryke’s face to look him in the eyes. “Hey, you hear me?”
You’re my family.
chills. my babies ™
She is my past, my present, my future. So when I open the door and slide into the driver’s seat, I’m not surprised that it feels like I’m returning home.
“Me. You. Bedroom. Now.” My teeth catch her earlobe lightly, and her breath deepens.
LOREN!!!
Red petals decorate the bedroom floor while burning candles flicker on the dresser and nightstand. It’s simple and perfect. I drop to my knee. Her hands press to her lips, and I see that gaudy ring on her hand glinting back at me. It represents coercion and deception, all the wrong reasons for a marriage that should be filled with love.
I pull out a small box from my pocket. Colorful and wrapped in comic book strips.
