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I’d respect him more if he were an honest asshole instead of a fake nice guy.
It’s a problem I seem to have again and again. I get to know someone and I start picking away at all their flaws. I notice inconsistencies in their statements. Holes in logic in their arguments. I wish I could turn off that part of my brain, but I can’t.
I don’t believe in love. I’m not denying it exists—I’ve seen it happen for other people. I just don’t believe it will ever happen for me.
Why would I want to center my life around a man?
I’m always surprised how very human these warlords are.
snort. I only met Riona Griffin one time, but she made an impression on me. You don’t see a girl that gorgeous very often. The fact that she’s arrogant and uptight and hates my guts just adds a little spice to the mix.
“I don’t want somebody following me around,” I say coldly. “Especially not someone . . . chatty.” Cal and Dante don’t even try not to laugh. “Only you would prefer potential assassination to someone trying to ‘chat’ with you,” Cal snorts.
There’s nothing delicate or girlish about Riona. She’s a woman through and through. She has a long, straight nose, wide mouth, strong cheekbones, and poker-straight posture. Tall, and not afraid to wear heels to make herself taller.
He doesn’t like Nick. And he doesn’t give a damn if I know it.
“We’re alike in a lot of ways. Disciplined. Hard working. Unemotional. People respect that in a man. But with a woman, they say you’re cold or harsh.”
Again, I feel that flood of anger that a man put his hands on this woman. Riona is desperate to seem strong and independent. But the truth is she’s fragile in the way that all women are fragile—smaller than men and vulnerable to violence.
I hold her like that for almost an hour, until her body goes heavy and warm with sleep.
She looks pretty fucking hot, actually. I try to keep my thoughts professional, but I’d have to be blind not to notice.
“Coffee with cream, please,” she tells the waitress. “Same. Also pancakes, bacon, ham, scrambled eggs, and hash browns, please,” I say. Riona shakes her head at me. “Nothing can dampen your appetite, huh?” “I think that whole experience made me hungrier.
I’m not offended when people aren’t friendly. Actually, it just mirrors how I feel inside. So I’m quite comfortable with it. Neither of us has to pretend.
They’d flirt or tease or maybe give me a little slap on the ass now and
Aww hnnnnn
