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‘Calm water doesn’t need more water—you need wind to move your sail.’ I probably need to find a little maniac like you.”
Because going into this like you’re going into battle is only going to make things harder,”
“Better watch it, my love,” I whisper to him. “We’re supposed to be celebrating our engagement. Yet you look completely miserable.” “Aida Gallo,” he hisses back at me. “I’m relieved to see that you’re at least aware of the concept of dressing up, even if your execution is trash.”
HELLOOOOOOOOO
Without warning, Callum wraps his arm around my waist and jerks me close. It’s so sudden and unexpected that I almost haul off and smack him, thinking he’s attacking me.
imfadinf away
“I can’t believe this. I’m marrying a child. And not a normal child—a demon hellspawn, like Chucky, or the Children of the Corn . . .”
LOL
I content myself with smiling up at him and saying, “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.”
“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”
The great Callum Griffin. He’s their JFK, and I’m supposed to be their Jackie Kennedy. I’d rather be Lee Harvey Oswald.
I should wait until he’s sleeping, then slap hot wax on his balls. Give him a taste of his own medicine.
LMFAOOOOO
I set my teeth, imagining taking out every one of my frustrations on Aida’s tight little ass tonight.
WHAT
Aida tilts her lips up for a chaste kiss. To show her who’s boss, I seize her by the shoulders and kiss her roughly, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Her lips and tongue taste sweet. Tart and fresh. Like something I haven’t tasted in a very long time . . . Strawberries. I can already feel my tongue going numb. My throat starts to swell, my breath coming out in a whistle. The church whirls around me in a kaleidoscope of color, as I slump to the floor. That fucking BITCH!
BYEEEE
Aida, you little liar. Keep it up, and I’m going to wash your mouth out with soap. Or maybe something else . . .
HELLO?.
Sure enough, when I turn around there’s a hungry look on his face, like he wants to rip the dress right off me again. But he won’t do that. He’s going to savor watching me walk around in it all night. Knowing that he’s making me do it. Knowing that I’m not wearing any panties underneath.
WHAT
He gets down on his knee in front of me, placing my hand on his shoulder for balance. He lifts my foot and slides the stiletto onto it, like he’s Prince Charming and I’m Cinderella. His hands are surprisingly gentle as his fingers touch the arch of my foot. He buckles the strap, then puts the other shoe on my opposite foot.
Im going to kill myself
I was thinking of my husband’s hands all over me in the humid heat, not my ex-boyfriend.
HEeLLO??????
“Aida,” he moans in my ear, “you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
O M G
Is my tight-wound, stuck-up, perfectionist husband . . . actually into me?
GIRL YES?????
I put my lips up against his ear and I whisper, “Do you want me, Cal?” “I don’t want you,” he moans, his voice husky and raw. “I need you.”
GIGGLING OMG
“You’re mine, Aida,” Callum growls in my ear. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to touch you.”
I want this.
“If you EVER talk to my wife like that again, I’ll empty that clip in your chest.”
giggling
“Are you going to be a good girl, Aida? My good little wife?”
W H A T
“But you did hurt me. You’re still hurting me. You’re killing me every day.”
Me when im dramatic fr
