Kindle Notes & Highlights
Dylan was numb. Like he didn’t have feelings for anything any longer. And that wasn’t good.
No it isn't good because a lack of feelings is dramatically boring.
“You enjoyed it that much?” Why did this fascinate him? Dylan had no clue. He’d watched one porn film at a stag night in college. He was very drunk. It was a good laugh.
A hot, young guy that doesn't watch porn? SINCE WHEN???
Dylan grew hard but was unimpressed with the quality. What had he expected? Frank Capra or Frances Ford Coppola?
How old are these references? When exactly does this story take place?
They even handed
him a Playboy with Pamela Anderson
Book was written in 2012 but contains dated references to answering machines and Pamela Andersen on the cover of Playboy? What year is this supposed to be taking place?
“Had my audition with Jay and Eric. Well,
you know those two.” Sean looked at Dylan with slightly red eyes from the rubbing. “They’re angels. I swear they saved my fucking life.”
Honest, upstanding, honorable porn producers a Christian mother could love? Where do I sign MY kid up???
“No. I will not stalk you. If you reject me and this ridiculous attempt at something more than a casual fuck, then I’m done. I know what no means. Sort of.” Dylan didn’t want to hear no. “But I will leave you alone. I don’t get off tormenting men. But…” Dylan whispered, “I crave real love, Sean. Real, honest, pure, loyal…true.”
He dug his hand into Sean’s hair to his scalp. “One that consumes a man. Brings him to tears of joy.”
Nobody talks like this. Certainly not football bros that were straight 48 hours ago...
Dylan drew close to Sean’s mouth, brushing his lips with his own. “I can be the man you fall so madly in love with, you feel pure joy and contentment.”
Again, no. Does Hauser have ANY clue how real Alpha men speak and what they sound like?
“We’re alone now, babe.” Dylan leaned back from him to see his expression. “I adore you so much.” Sean wiped at Dylan’s tears gently. “Can I tell you something?” “Yes.” Dylan sobbed. “I don’t like other men touching you.” “Oh. Shit. It’s not real touching, Sean. I
can’t even get it up without thinking of you. Do you want me to quit?” “Quit? You’d quit?” “Yes. If you want me to quit so no one else touches me. I’ll quit.” The shock in Sean’s eyes surprised Dylan. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
The irony here is that an actual porn plot is easier to swallow than this shit because at least a porn is fully conscious of its absurdity...
