P.S. You're Intolerable (The Harder They Fall, #3)

by Julia Wolf

He threaded his fingers together on his desk. “Mr. Levy was my father. I prefer Elliot.”

What a cliche sentence

“I want to be clear with you, Catherine. Working for me is not easy. I keep long hours, travel often, and won’t stop to check on your feelings.”

Yeah okay

His nostrils flared, and his eyes fell on her belly. “You really want to bring a kid into the world working for a man like this? What kind of mother are you—?” That was enough. I jerked him back by the collar of his sports jacket before he could complete his filthy question and marched him toward the door.

fuck him uupppp

“Thirty-two weeks.” I blinked at her. “I don’t know what that means.”

My boss:

Elliot peered at me for a long moment. “You can’t come to work in that dress again. It no longer fits you, and you wore it three days last week.”

these men that the authors write to be assholes? i think they're just autistic

Unexpected disappointment gnawed at me as she made her way down the sidewalk. The way she’d called herself a slob while avoiding eye contact with me stuck in my mind.

Im shocked

“What kind of background check did you do? Did you look at my dental records?” “Yes. You’re due for a cleaning,” he deadpanned.

that was funny u stuck up bitch

“For you. I’m told they do prenatal massages, foot treatments, anything you want. Or you could save it and use it after she’s here.”

I want to cry

As if of its own volition, his hand started toward my middle. I held my breath, watching him move in slow motion. At the last second, his eyes flicked to mine, asking permission. For reasons I couldn’t explain, I gave it to him with a nod of my head.

DUDE?

“She’s been hearing my voice all this time,” he murmured. “Yep. I’d say she’s formed an opinion of you.” My fingers twitched again, this time with the need to run them through his thick, dark hair and ruffle it up a little. “Lucky for me, she won’t be able to tell me for a couple years.”

Oh thank god hes not blonde

Catherine, Something useful to go along with the luxury. The spa card doesn’t expire. Use it when you have the time, even if it’s three years from now. Congratulations on your impending arrival. I should have said that sooner. -Elliot

This is quickly becominh a book i cant read at work

She was up and down often, hurrying to the restroom multiple times a day. I’d read up on the reason this might be happening, just in case it was a sign something could have been wrong, and I was both relieved to find out it was normal and fascinated by the graphics I’d come across of the way a woman’s internal organs would make way for their growing fetus.

what a fucking sweetie

According to the reading I’d done, this was standard, but it didn’t seem like nearly enough time. She’d brought a human into the world, and they were sending her on her way in forty-eight hours?

bruh fr

Please let me know if you need anything, and I’ll be happy to provide it. Yours, Elliot

YOURS????

Just so you understand how vital you are to me as my assistant, I’m running ten minutes late for a meeting because I chose to write you an email instead of getting in the car waiting for me downstairs. You never would have let that happen.

Im going to kill myself update 3/13 - still going to kill myself

I recognize you’re on leave, but as you once told me, babies sleep a lot, so you should have ample time to reply to me.

Needy ass omg

Please tell me where the notebook you always use to write my schedule is. Daniel found one that is almost alike, but it’s longer, so it can’t be the one.

say it with me. autism.

So, I was either going insane, or Daniel was fucking with me.

Or youre autistic

Turning the envelope over, I let them spill out on her desk. I chose one and read her neat handwriting.

UH OH

met her eyes, which were wide with alarm, and finally found my voice. “This isn’t what you look like.”

Pffttt

“Very, very strange.”

Did the baby say that?

“You can’t live here, Catherine.” I tipped my head to the side. “Come with me.” Her mouth fell open. “What?”

WHAT

“I don’t know why your home is in this condition, and I won’t ask you to tell me, but I can’t leave you here. I have a big house with several spare rooms. Plenty of space for you and Josephine. Come now.” “To your house?” she repeated flatly. “Yes. To my house. You can stay as long as you need.”

HOLD UP

After seven frustrating weeks of lagging replies to my emails, allowing Catherine to live in my home would put her right at my fingertips. Any questions I had, I could just ask rather than waiting hours for her to find the time to answer me.

are you trying to convince me or yourself

Babies weren’t my thing. I’d never paid attention to them before now. But this one struck me as exceptionally pretty and sweet.

HES FEELING

Yours, Elliot P.S. You’re welcome here as long as you like.

This is fucking psychotic

My mother would have never pulled herself together so quickly. A breakdown like this would have taken her days or even weeks to recover from.

do we have the same mom

Elliot cut her off by raising his hand. “How am I to interpret your eye roll?”

YEA BITCH HOW

I huffed. “I could have been naked.” His brow winged, but this time, it wasn’t dubious. More like devious. “More reason for me not to warn you.”

WHAT DID HE SAY

A broad man with soft brown eyes and a flop of chestnut hair stood on the other side. His smile held all the warmth Mary’s hadn’t. “Hello. You must be Sam.”

I smell trouble

“Why is there a man in my living room?” he asked in a controlled, flat tone.

Hehehehehe

Even more than when my mother showed up at my high school in pajamas demanding I show her how to change the batteries in the remote.

My mom

I should have picked up the skill of lying somewhere along the way, but I was my father’s son.

no ur just autistic

Davida took the phone from me to watch the screen. “Can I have a nanny who walks around with me singing affirmations all day?”

fr

“What is this?” I asked. “A pumping room.” “But there’s one downstairs. I don’t need anything special.” He shook his head. “You don’t have to share now. I had the space available. It wasn’t any trouble to convert it into a room for you. If it’s not suitable, tell me, and I’ll have the necessary changes made.”

Fist meet wall

Catherine, I’ll be home by 10. We’ll go shopping after Josephine’s first nap. Coffee’s in the refrigerator. Yours, Elliot P.S. You did nothing wrong yesterday.

So why are you being a prick

I was addicted to happy endings. And hot sex. Had to have that too. Was it really a happy ending without that?

Word

“Hug,” he softly demanded. “Okay.” I circled my arms around him, my stress from the last twenty-four hours slipping as his heart thumped under my cheek. And then, there was a light pressure on the top of my head that disappeared as quickly as it had come. I must have been mistaken, but I swore it felt like Elliot had kissed my head.

This book is going to be my end

“We’ll take my car.” He opened the back door. “I have a base now too.”

Oh my fucking god

But the woman before me had rendered me incapable of looking at anything but her.

Dude

“Are we friends now?” I laughed at her bluntness, not her question. I didn’t know what we were, but I couldn’t say we were friends. “We’re more than that.”

Best friends?

Without thought, which was extremely unlike me, I reached out to touch the cactus.

Im sorry???

I took the stubborn pad of her chin between my fingers.

How is a chin stubborn

Arm snapping out, I captured her by the nape, spinning her into my chest.

FUUUUCCCKKKKKKK

Then, she was the first to pull away when I was nowhere near done. I’d had a sample, and now I wanted the entire feast.

Woof

My stomach was filled with flames, and I was burning for her.

Ok bridgerton

“I…we…” It was too late. I felt it, my tank sticking to my nipples as milk leaked out.

OH NO

A smattering of dark hair trailed a line up his abdomen, spreading over his chest.

that's so fucking hot im whet

“I’m not going to fuck you. I want you to lie down and let me make you come as many times as it takes to switch off your whirling dervish mind. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you be a good girl for me and let me lick you?”

ZERO TO A HUNDRED

“The only thing I want you to do is lie there and switch off your mind as best you can. Don’t worry about the amount of time I’m going to spend with my face in your pussy. I’m doing this for myself as much as you. I already know I’ll want to stay down there all night and I haven’t even tasted you. Your scent is enough. Do you understand?”

Sir yes sir!