But He's My Fake Fiancé (But He's a Carter Brother #3)

by Annah Conwell

I’m a romance author,

Oh fuuuuuuck

I shake my head. How can a woman so breathtaking and utterly brilliant be unsure of herself? Seeing her fidgeting in front of me makes me want to find whatever is causing this insecurity and rip it apart.

>insert copious amounts of eye rolling here.

“There are other girls’ numbers in here,” she says in a stilted voice.

Uhhh yeah, because he’s a human that interacts with other humans…tf?

will making seeing

Tf

“It will be.” I sigh. “It always is.”

Because this response was SO FUCKING DELAYED and placed PARAGRAPHS LATER, this made no fucking sense. I had to go back to previous page to MAKE SENSE OF IT. FFS.

I’ll just have to make sure I hold tight to my boundaries, or else I’ll find myself heartbroken at the end of all this, while Grayson moves on to the next woman waiting to take my place.

Fucking self sabotage is the worst

“I hope not. I really want to die like how they did in The Notebook,

Ugh

Her frustration rolls off her in waves. I’m sure she’s tired and cranky from the flight, not to mention the stress of dealing with her family for a week weighing on her. But I can’t place why she’s so upset. I’m here with her. I’ve never once flirted with another woman in her presence. And she has no way of confirming, but since the day she pulled me into her life, I’ve avoided all women who aren’t my friends or family. All this, for a woman I’m technically not even dating.

Yeah this is kind of why I’m struggling with Sloane. Like, she has bestowed this womanizer personality on Gray and can’t be bothered to see him any other way. That’s incredibly judgmental of her. Protect yourself but holy shit dude.

“It’s okay,” I tell her, ready to bring back the light to our conversation. Even if it hurts a little that she sees me as some auspicious flirt with no self-control.

Ugh.

Her tone is drier than my skin when I forget to apply moisturizer.

This is a weird comparison to make.

I look over the edge. Swallow. Look back at Grayson. He softly rubs my shoulders. “If you don’t want to, we can catch up with Stephanie and Mark and go swimming once we reach the bottom. I won’t think any less of you, and we’ll still have fun.” He looks into my eyes. “But if there’s a small part of you that wants to do this, I think you should.”

He thinks he’s helping her grow by doing this. But shoving people out of their comfort zone is not the same as them choosing to step out on their own. Growth has to be driven by YOURSELF.

“It’s been real for you this whole time?”

The cliches are killer

“Stop it!” I yell at him. Why is no one doing anything? Tears flood my eyes and my chest tightens.

I can’t stand a weak woman, and girl this is weak.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he whispers as he runs a hand over my hair. “I’m here, Rose. I’ve got you.”

This entire scene just has me rolling my fucking eyes. Holy shit. I appreciate a soft moment like this but it’s just so fucking forced and completely unnecessary. This novel has just been a huge disappointment, not gonna lie.

My knees buckle when we leave the tent. Grayson catches me, not letting me fall into the sand. He always catches me.

The eye rolling continues.