Throttled (Dirty Air, #1)

by Lauren Asher

I grab my keys and lock up my Monaco apartment.

I knew it was charles but now i KNOW its charles

I say “G’day mate!” to one of the flight attendants as I exit the plane.

Oh and i hate her

My skin prickles at our closeness, his body hulking over my five-foot-two frame, making me feel smaller than usual.

Hes so big and large and im oh so wittle i could sit in a tea cup

I settle myself into the seat, adjusting my pants because my semi hard-on is pressing against the zipper.

All she did was exist and this man is about to start actively climaxing

I imagine her red lips wrapped around my cock as she sucks me off, her lipstick marking me while my hands tug on her hair.

CALM DOWN

thank god for the representation

have you seen 99% of racers … i don’t think it is *cough* max verstappen *cough*

no because she’s onto something with this one

okay hated this

santi gets it

where’s the strategy team?

THERES THE STRATEGY

“I think you forget you’re worth over twenty million dollars now. Why do you think people are kidnapped for ransom? Hint, it’s not always for pretty looks.”

Mafia romance incoming

Okay then. Who says romance is dead?

By the time I get out, there’s no sign of her, except for the underwear she left on a pillow. My body shudders as I dump her souvenir in the trash.

Im betting this comes back later

“Mm. Wonder how much alcohol you had to drink to wipe the taste of me from your mouth. Doubt the girl minded, though. Desperation always trumps common sense.”

BARS

But I also spend time going to therapy. Yup. Let that sink in for a second. Me in therapy.

Hes evolving into his next pokemon level

“What if I told you I’ve changed, that the break did us good?”

He healed his trauma with a month of therapy? Get me on this therapists list because i got 21 years to unpack

What’s she doing in the pit area? It’s no place for a woman.” He still lives in an era where women get married and live the rest of their sad lives in the four walls of their home. Times have changed, Pops.

Ew honestly disgusting

“Oh, Father. The thing is I have it all handled. Bandini no longer needs your generous donations. I attended almost every sponsor event, meeting, and gala held this year, slowly securing enough sponsorships to outbid yours. You’re done with my team. Feel free to back another group if you want. Not sure if they need a donor with a crappier attitude than the sewer you crawled out of, but hell, you are a legend after all.”

YOUR HONOR HE SLAYED