Throttled (Dirty Air, #1)

by Lauren Asher

“I didn’t fuck around with her. I love her. I’ll keep loving her through everything, no matter what you or anyone else says, or whatever you try to do to break us up. It’s insulting for you to even think I’d be with Maya to fuck around with your racing. She’s the end game. I don’t hook up with her for a shitty trophy, and sure as fuck not for a Championship win. I want everything with her. Everything after this.”

I love her, and I want to be with her. Forever. I can’t help my crappy past and decisions, but I can control my future. And she’s it.”

Looks like I went to hell and back, scoring an angel along the way.

“Maya?” his voice rasps. “Yup?” “Keep talking. I love hearing your voice.”

But most importantly, Noah Slade, the love of my life.

I never thought it was possible to love someone like this. Unyielding passion and endless appreciation. Like he hangs the moon before dancing with me under it.

He looks up at me with the smirk I love, while he’s down on one knee, holding a ring box.

Fuck prenups and shit emphasizing the potential for a relationship to fail. If my marriage ends in a divorce,

he's worth $300m… she truly won

I kiss her with every ounce of love I feel toward her. It’s an unspoken promise to love her every damn day of the rest of our lives. To be the person she can rely on most in the world, no matter how hard life may get. To offer her endless years of happiness.

need this