The Worst Best Man

by Lucy Score

Teach me your ways.” Margeaux slid her sunglasses back on. “Sweetie, no amount of education can make this,” she circled the palm of her hand in Frankie’s direction, “trophy. You’re more participation medal. Anyone can have one.”

“Christ, Marge! Can you shut your mouth for one day and do something for someone else? It’s not your fucking day. You’ll probably have eight or nine wedding days by the time a husband holds a pillow over your face and puts the rest of us out of our misery. So put your damn hair up and shut your damn mouth!”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Frankie said, finally understanding just exactly how mad a parent had to be to use those words.

wrapped around my cock as you take me to the back of your throat. I want to hear my name from that mouth when I make you come with mine. I want the challenge, the chase. I live for it. You’ll make me work for it, earn it. And I’ll worship you for it.”

Rich kid rule number seventeen. Never use a woman’s condoms. She may be trying to trap you by getting pregnant. “Let’s go.”

“Did you buy me a bed to break up with me?” Aiden laughed, and the sound echoed around the quiet room. “I bought you a bed to fuck you on without dumping us on the floor.” “I’m not mistress material, Aide.”

“Frosty the Bitch Queen?”

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 don’t want to compare portfolios or fuck a stable full of women.

“Money is different. Money is power and control, and I want my own, not someone else’s.”

He’d pour himself into her and brand her from the inside.

“I want you to spend the rest of the night with my come inside you.”