The Fall of Bradley Reed (Seasons of Revenge, #3)

by Morgan Elizabeth

To my pathological people pleasers: How’s that praise kink coming along?

hahahaabha

People pleasers have some kind of genetic makeup deep in the marrow of their bones that just knows when something is off.

(I wanted Lover by Taylor Swift, but my mother insisted we go classic),

Because fuck Bradley Reed.

Blinks. They have no idea what I’m saying. Probably because they’re normal people. That’s fine. I can show them the light.

She’s in her healed girlie era and we love that for her. I just personally am not there and more in my Reputation era.

Don’t get mad, get even is my new motto.

She noticed that after everything I said, I would slowly mouth the words, repeating them in my head to double-check if they sounded okay, praying I didn’t embarrass myself by misspeaking.

omg shes just like me

I like living in my delusion, thank you very much.

“You know that as soon as the pumpkin spice comes out, I move to hot lattes, and there is a very specific way to make the perfect drink.”

“What? No, coffee is my favorite beverage of all time,”

me

Twenty-six and won’t cut her hair because of her mother.

omgg me

God, if she were mine, I’d put her over my knee for being such an idiot. Jesus fucking Christ, Valenti, get it the fuck together.

I almost married that little bitch.

“If you were mine, I’d fuck ‘fine’ out of your vocabulary. A woman like you? Deserves nothing but fucking perfection.”

my jaw is on the floor

“You let everyone think you don’t need their help, Olivia, but you’re getting mine no matter what, okay?”

“Do you like that, Olivia? The idea of me claiming you with my cum? And when I’m done, I’d go down to your cunt and stuff it back in when it slides out, make sure you get all of me, that you keep it inside for as long as possible.”

the gasp i gusped

And then, with no cameras watching to impress, no audience to put a show on for, just Andre and me and the quiet of his home, he growls two words that change everything. “Fuck it.”

I need to move. I need my bag, my phone. I need to get out. I need to get a cab, to go somewhere. I need to reevaluate my entire fucking life. I need a cat, maybe. A cat is safer than a man, for sure.