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“Yeah, gold tooth.” The kid pointed to his own pristine front tooth. Gray hair. Greasy hat that looks like it was used to soak up motor oil? Calls all the ladies Mami?”
This is the 2nd typo and its bothering me
“Look, we need to find Papi he knows where a friend of ours is.”
Another punctuation issue ugh
Rhianna,
Thats also not how you spell Rihanna
“If you get caught, don’t mention my name.”
I like Antonio, i hope he comes back lol
“It’s fine. I’ve accomplished all I’ve set out to do sexually. Dying like this is totally acceptable,” Frankie said into the pillow. “My mom will be so proud.” “Speaking of your mother—” “Aiden, you’re still inside me. I don’t like where this is going.”
Lmaoooo
“He’s from another world! You can’t expect to be an equal partner in that relationship!” May shouted. “Ma! Do you think there’s any man on the planet I’d let treat me like less than?” Frankie demanded. “I don’t like this, Franchesca. Not one bit. It’s one thing to be friends with Pru, but dating a man who owns half of Manhattan?” “Now you’re exaggerating.” “Exaggerating? Me? I never exaggerate!” “She always exaggerates,” Rachel said, smiling sympathetically at him. “Hey, Aide,” Gio said suddenly. “How you feel about the Knicks?” “The Knicks? I think they have a shot at the semis if not the
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“I don’t want you losing your focus on your degree for a handsome face with deep pockets.” “Mother! All you’ve talked about since I was twenty-two was me getting married.” “I meant to a nice guy from Brooklyn who could offer you a family and a nice home within a three-block radius of our house. Not some kajillionaire who would treat you like some trophy.” “Oh, I’m not a trophy?” Frankie challenged at full volume. “I thought you said you weren’t marrying him?” May demanded. “You know how I operate! You say no, and that’s what I want to do!” “Tuesday would be great,” Aiden said. “Awesome,” Marco
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“You sure you want to deal with this?” Rachel asked Aiden from across the table. “There’s still time to get out.” Aiden turned his laugh into a discreet cough. “Don’t try to scare off the trillionaire. He’s Frankie’s last shot at non-test tube babies,” Marco joked. Aiden shot Marco the finger, and the table erupted in laughter. Except for May. She very calmly got out of her seat and smacked him upside the head. “Ma!” Franchesca was horrified. “I don’t care if Aiden is a trillionaire. No one flips the bird at my dinner table!” As soon as she glanced down at her plate, six middle fingers shot
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He was a sweet drunk, complimenting her on her braking and turn signals the whole eight blocks back to her place.
“I couldn’t tell. Did I pass?” he asked, sliding out of his coat and hanging it neatly on the dubious coat rack that leaned like the tower of Pisa. “Pass what?” Frankie asked, fishing two glasses out of the cabinet in her kitchen. “Your parents’ inspection.” She laughed. “My mother hit you upside the head. That’s a gold star seal of approval if there ever was one.”
“Will you take a nap with me?” “Take your shoes off, Aide,” she told him. “’K.” He shoved his Ferragamo loafers off, and they hit the floor one at a time. “Are you always this adorable when you drink?” she teased, tugging the blanket off the back of the couch to cover him.
“Well, we’re not nosebleed, but we ain’t front row,” Marco said, waving the tickets. Aiden debated for a second before digging into his own pocket. “Actually, we are,” he said, producing the tickets.
“Front fucking row?” Marco whooped. “I hope you don’t mind—” “Mind?” Aiden found himself enveloped in a male embrace and actually lifted off his feet.
“Real quick, hang on,” Gio said, snatching the old tickets out of Marco’s hand. “Hey, kid.” He stopped a gangly teenager in a jersey. “You got tickets?” The kid shook his head. “No, man.” “Now you do.” Gio handed them over with a flourish. “Are you serious?” The kid gaped down at his hand as if Santa himself had just bestowed a magical gift. “Pay it forward,” Marco announced cheerfully. “Let’s go.” He led the way inside.
“You’re not giving me bad advice to sink me, are you?” Aiden asked wryly. Marco leaned in, the epitome of seriousness. “With the seats you could get us for the Jets? Nah, man. We wouldn’t lead you astray. Hell, we’re hoping you get married and have eight babies.”
“Good. Because I’d hate to have to beat the shit out of you after courtside seats,” Marco chimed in. “I mean, I’d still do it. But I’d probably be pulling my punches a bit.”
“I saw you and the two stooges on TV,” she told him. “I hope you recorded it.” “I did. I even took some still shots of them climbing you like a tree on that last second three-pointer. You do remember which member of the family you’re dating, don’t you?”
“Defensive about her,” Ferris mused. “Just make sure you’re making the responsible choice for the family.” Aiden bristled. “Dad, you walked in here and told me you’re leaving your socialite wife for a woman who makes cargo pants.”
The Knicks game was on in the background, drawing his attention more often than usual as he’d found himself added to the text message conversation between Frankie’s brothers about the game.
I love the relationship he’s grown w them alreadyyyy
Frankie: I’m willing to give this bed and the aforementioned orgasms a shot.
There’s a girlfriend.” “Of course there is. Let me guess, a dancer? No, wait, not classy enough. Oh! A museum docent?” “An athletic apparel designer.” “Nice! You finally have an in for all the sports bras you’ve been wanting.”
“I’m such an asshole.” “Frosty bitch queen,” Pru corrected with less vehemence. “He’s done everything for me, and all I’ve done is reject him.” “Good,” Pru said, pointing her fork at Frankie. “That’s the guilt I want to see. This is not like you to treat someone as less than.” “How do I fix it?” Frankie asked.
I am finally on team Frankie & Aiden
“Why did Oscar let me in?” “I told security and reception that you had free rein to come and go as you pleased.” “When did you tell them that?” Frankie asked. “The day after I got home from Barbados.”
You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re unbelievably patient. If I asked you for Cleveland, Ohio, you’d find a way to deliver it to me. You’re insanely generous and surprisingly sweet, and I’m sorry I haven’t been appreciative of it.”
Idk why anyone would want Cleveland but ok
“All in, Franchesca. You and me.” She blew out a slow breath and stared at the ceiling. “What if we fuck it up?” He squeezed her hips. “I won’t let you.” She laughed. “Ass,” she said. He saw the shimmer of tears behind her long lashes. “I’m asking you to take me or leave me,” he told her. “You ever have this conversation with anyone else you dated?” she asked. He shook his head. “Not even close. You and me, Frankie.” “I feel like I’m gonna throw up,” she admitted, clutching her hand to her belly. He saw it then, the fear, the nerves. And he made the conscious choice to push the button. “I
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When you’re in a relationship, you don’t live your life to please your partner. But you sure as hell don’t figure out what they like and then run in the opposite direction to maintain some semblance of independence.”
“One of the greatest gifts to give in a relationship is something very small that costs you nothing.”
“I’m glad to be here. I get to find a flaw in you tonight. Maybe you’re a hoarder. Maybe you have horrible taste in velvet paintings. Maybe you’ve got sixteen cats.” She brought her arms around his neck. “I’m going to find what makes you human, Kilbourn.” The elevator doors slid open, and Aiden led her by the hand into a spacious foyer. White on white on white. “Hmm, so far no cats,” she observed. He unlocked the door and pushed it open. “Maybe they’re all hiding inside with my yard sale collection of eighties cassette tapes.”
“Tell me about your family,” she said. “Why?” “So, I know what I’m getting myself into with this gala thing this week.”
Frankie grabbed a cocktail toothpick off of the bar and walked into the midst of the hyenas. “There you are, Jackie. You’ve got a little spinach stuck in your dentures,” she said handing over the toothpick. “I’d hate for everyone to be laughing at you behind your back.” The laughter screeched to a halt. Jacqueline stared at her coldly. “Oh, and I’m so proud of you for making an appearance tonight. I can’t imagine showing my face in public after my husband dumped me for a woman fifteen years younger. Good for you, sweetie. Will you be at dinner tomorrow night to meet the new Mrs. Kilbourn with
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DAMNNN
in one swift tug untied the halter neck of the dress. It was exactly why he’d bought it for her. That quick access. One hard pull, and her breasts were tumbling into his hands.
Im sorry they did what
She left, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. And all the light went out of his world.
I hate third act breakups ugh
“Aiden filed a lawsuit against that Mar-goat chick
Giggling
“Anyway,” Gio said, looking at the clock on his phone. Aiden felt himself tense. He didn’t want them to leave. They felt like his only tangible connection to Frankie. “You wanna go for a drink? Maybe some steak?” Marco asked Aiden. Aiden nodded as relief coursed through him. They weren’t abandoning him. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
Aiden, Gio, & Marco’s relationship is my favorite out of the whole book tbh
No job, six weeks shy of finishing her master’s, and she was going to have to decide between rent and tuition.
Is Aiden going to fund the grants to open the business again
“So. I’m pregnant,” Pru announced.
SCREAMINGGGG
But if you step a fucking toe out of line if you take advantage of one more woman
Not another typo this late in this book
