Promise Me Forever (Manhattan Ruthless #2)

by Sadie Kincaid

When you grow up with four brothers, someone is always walking around with a dead-arm. It’s brutal.

Our youngest brother is working his way through his own demons, and they would eat mine for breakfast.

Hmmm MHI on the horizon? Excited to read I into Maddox later.

Mindful. Like coloring.

Yeah you can’t stop thinking of her

She was the perfect combination of sweet and sassy, and even thinking about her is distracting.

Someone else is going to get hitched lol

throat. “I kind of stumbled into this wedding. Purely by accident, of course.”

Oh shit he did crash the wedding.

her. Can’t explain it, just felt the pull, you know?

I never talk like this. I never feel like this. What the fuck is this?

“And you tied her up with a conveniently placed garden hose?” Nathan suggests with a falsely innocent expression.

Hahahaha

You’re trying to play it cool, but the way you’re talking about her … It’s like you know you’ll never see her again.”

“You know me. I don’t do relationships. It was just a one-night deal, that’s all.” But even as I say the words, I can feel something gnawing at my gut. Regret, maybe? Something I don’t recognize, anyway. Something I’m not sure I like.

I might not have the right temperament for this casual sex thing, because I haven’t stopped thinking about him all day.

“So, how did you leave it? Did you swap numbers? Did you make him a friendship bracelet?”

Gotta love a funny friend

“Miss Ryder?” A familiar voice interrupts my musings, and I glance up to see Nathan James towering over me. My new boss. The one people warned me was an asshole but who comes off as anything but.

Jesus I called that. But also wait don’t they all look alike?

How can

this be? What have I done in a past life that was bad enough to earn me this kind of karma?

Bad or good?

His tie is pulled loose and his hair isn’t quite as neat as it was a few hours ago, as if he’s been running his hands through it. I remember how thick and soft that hair is, what it felt like to run my hands through it … Dammit. This is not good.

Yes it will be

I look him in the eye. Time to rip off the Band-Aid. “I fucked Amelia.” He blinks at me in surprise. “Already? Jesus fucking Christ, Drake. She’s only been here a matter of hours.”

When she walked into my office today, I almost had a seizure.

Hey, maybe I’ve made a friend, or at the very least someone to chat with over snacks.

Or a new face to ride.

None of them understand why Elijah sticks with her, tortured by their loveless marriage.

Maybe in his book he drops amber or amber turns around.

I wonder if he’s thinking about how he and Amber used to laugh together in the good old days. Before …

Hmmm what happened there?

I am Drake James’s exploding donut balls.

life. I want her like no woman I’ve ever wanted before, and I have no clue what to do with this shit.

Let go and give in

This thing with Amelia has got to stop.

Cant stop if it’s not really on. Maybe start so it can stop lol

barely seen him. I

I love Drake James, even though he can never be mine.

Whoa but to fast pump those brakes

I feel bewildered and bothered and completely bewitched,

date.

He spent the day flirting with me—or at the very least, being nice to me—and now he’s leaving. To go on a date. Of course he is.

For an allegedly intelligent woman, I am a complete fucking idiot.

Just fuck someone else

Because Drake James isn’t merely a playboy. He’s a playboy workaholic who will put the professional before the personal every single time. If I factor in his family as well, I would never be at the top of his list of priorities. Even if he did want to be with me, it could never work. I’m no prima donna, and I’ve never been high maintenance, but even my under-developed ego couldn’t stand being third best.

You deserve high standards

Grief is a sneaky beast.

It sure is

I tell Nathan I’m going to rejoin our father and brothers in the dining room. I’m not doing that, of course. I’m about to do something macho and stupid.

Go and get your girl

How dare he order me around. How dare he play with me like this. I am not a toy put on this planet for Drake James’s amusement.

Would he actually hurt Jacob just for daring to be my date? Why the hell does he even care so much?

It’s yet another reminder that I’m nothing to him, nothing other than an itch he occasionally needs to scratch. He’s

“Tell your boss he doesn’t need to give me a ride home to make himself feel better about being a coldhearted asshole. I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself.”

Drake James can go straight to hell. That is the last time he’ll play me.

Sure girl, you will let him Play you like a Fiddle

I don’t like her living here when any psycho off the street could walk in and knock on her door. Case in point, I hammer on her door with my fist.

“All I can think about is how good your tight cunt feels when I sink my cock into you, like we were made to fit each other. Your smile is the only goddamn thing I see when I close my eyes. You are the air that I breathe. You are everything and everywhere, and I can’t go one more single fucking day without touching you.”

Amelia’s hands come up to cup my face, her thumbs stroking my cheeks. It feels magical, this thing between us, and for the first time in as long as I remember, I feel safe.

“Certainly, Miss Ryder. The show won’t be starting without its guests of honor. The employee of the month is a big deal.”

Drake James #1 employee lmao

He turns to leave, and I find myself wondering what his game is. Isn’t he engaged to someone else now? Why is he sniffing around Amelia like the dog he is?

Yeah you can go douche and never come back but *sniff sniff* do I smell drama

“What? Don’t you want to have sex with me?” “Only when I’m awake. And when I’m asleep. Basically all the fucking time.

“Ignore my cock. He has a mind of his own.”

“And if Shibari doesn’t help, then I’ll just make you come so hard you pass out.”

And right now, I really hate Drake James. The day started out okay. I was still

What a whiplash

I shake my head. He doesn’t get to be forgiven so easily.

Damn right, nail him to the walls

You took your pain out on me. I’d do anything for you, Drake, but I won’t be your emotional punching bag, no matter how much I love you.”

Shit that is a twofer! lol 1 no you won’t be his emotional punching bag you are a bad ass sexy vixen who can catch panty melting men. Nobody deserves that in a partner especially when starting again. 2 an I Love you slip Damn

maybe I could open the car door and do a tuck and roll into traffic

You and me both