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“How would you like to have a boyfriend for the last few days you’re here?”
“I’ll be waiting for you,”
“Peaches?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re worth it.”
“But she’s not just some girl.”
“Is she, TJ?”
Conclusion: Based on our analysis, it is practically proven that Mr. Theodore Kingston is the biological father of the child Phoenix Larson.
“I get it’s not what you wanted, but what did you expect? You had sex. Kids come from sex, you dumb fuck.”
“What will it take for you to believe that I don’t want to pretend?”
“Do you want me to get on my knees and apologize?”
“Go for it—what are you doing?”
Unfastening my seat belt, I step out into the pouring rain. Within seconds, I’m drenched, my hair sticks to my forehead, my shirt clings to my chest, and...
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“He’s my kid too,”
“Congratulations. No one asked,” Landon flatly states.
“Intoxicating,”
“You are fucking intoxicating.”
“Let’s pretend you’re mine.”
“Say you’re mine,”
“Margherita, I dedicate this to you.” Saint points the microphone he’s holding at Daisy.
“Uh…yeah.” I sheepishly smile, setting the mugs down. “I just thought I could make coffee whenever you and Phoenix come over.”
“The party wasn’t boring. I just needed fresh air.”
“You drove an hour for fresh air? Doesn’t that seem like a waste of gas?”
“No, it’s not a waste if it’s...
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“You’re extraordinary. I swear you will never stop amazing me.”
“That’s right, I’m the godfather,”
“There’re a few parties on frat row. We could—I don’t know, take him? He looks like he likes to have a good time,” Jagger suggests.
Lmfao what?
“Jesus, the Kingston genes run strong.” Hazel breaks the silence, stepping forward. “It’s good to finally meet you. I can see why my brother knocked you up.” She eyes Lola from head to toe.
“I was distracted because every time you’d bend over, I was trying my hardest not to look at your ass and get turned on.” His eyes brazenly coast down my body before they rise back up. “I was doing my goddamn best not to imagine how I’d fuck you against this pool table.”
“So no, I wasn’t going easy on you. I was too distracted thinking of the many ways I’d like to fuck you, Lola.”
biting the inside of my cheek to hold back the moans
“Let me hear you.” It’s not a question but a demand. “Don’t worry, they won’t hear you. No one will. So let me fucking hear you.”
“No, don’t take my shirt off.”
“Hey.” I tuck my finger under her chin, tilting her head back so that I can see those pretty, earthy eyes. “Don’t do that.”
“And trust me, it’s best if we take it off. I want to see every inch of you. Your stretch marks aren’t going to deter me from appreciating your body the way I’m supposed to.”
“It doesn’t bother you?”
“Bother me? Lola.” I drop my hand from the hem and chin and cup her jaw with both hands. “You had our son. You brought life into the world. They’re proof once again of how astoundingly resilient you are. Please, for the love of God, don’t ever feel like you need to feel embarrassed or hide them from me or anyone else.
They’re part of something beautiful that you and I created.”
“I can’t stop looking at you like this because I am enjoying this way too much. Don’t ever ask me to stop because as long as I get to see you like this, I’ll never stop enjoying it. Not until I have every inch of you memorized.”
“I’m sorry, baby P, and I’m sorry that you look so much like your father.” He hooks his index finger under his chin, gently caressing it. “God, you got the cheeks, the eyes, and the curls. Are you even the mother?” He looks up at me, staring at me skeptically.
“H-he looks like me.”
“Maybe in a different lifetime he did,” Saint says.
“I think about you a lot. So much that you’ve permanently cemented yourself in my dreams and my thoughts. I think about you so much, it’s probably become unhealthy because I obsess over having your attention on me. “
“I hate when you give any fraction of your attention to any guy while I desperately seek it all the time. I hate when they flirt and look at you as if they have a chance with you. It pisses me off, Lola. I can’t go another day and look at you and not fall any deeper. Every single day, I fall, and I swear I’ve tried to stop.”
“I’ve tried to control what I feel because sometimes it’s too much and my heart feels too tight. But it’s stupid and I should know fighting the inevitable
is pointless. I like you a lot, and I can’t stop feeling what I feel for you, not unless you tell me to stop.”
“I just want to be yours, like I want you to be mine.”
“It doesn’t matter how many miles and people are between us. It’s only you and me.”
“Give me a chance and let me prove it to you. Pleas...
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“Nothing about you is a waste of time.”
