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“Inspiring envy amongst this crowd is a talent. Embrace it, MOTY.”
“Dante and Vivian Russo are here. Stella Alonso is here. Go network. You’re engaged now—you’ll have plenty of time for couple activities later.”
Vuk Markovic was Jordan’s old college roommate and best man. I didn’t know him well, but our previous interactions hadn’t been the warmest. In fact, I was pretty sure he despised me.
Getting Orla’s approval was a big accomplishment, but I suspected she’d be less benevolent if she found out the truth: that my engagement to her grandson was a complete and utter sham.
But the little girl was wrong. They weren’t gross; they were simply a part of him. Some people had freckles and moles; he had scars.
I glared at him. “Do you get off on being difficult, or does it just come naturally to you?” Both. A small growl of frustration slipped out. Vuk’s mouth twitched.
I knew all this already. I’d watched every interview and read every article she’d ever been mentioned in.
What can you imagine me doing? On the surface, it was an innocent question, but my hand movements were deliberate, almost lazy. They dared her to answer. I was treading a dangerous path.
Because they were getting married. Because I saw her first. Because she was his when she should be mine.
My pulse fluttered at the words scratched in bold black. I don’t hate you. But I wish I did.
They keep my mind off the fact that we’re trapped in a little tin box in the sky because some genius decided it would be a good mode of transportation.”
If you hate someone enough to kill them, have the balls to do it up close, where you can see the light die in their eyes.
Oop okay Miss Ana hahahaha
Not the scars, not the burns, but the tattoo inked on my inner bicep: a black scythe with a viper curled around the handle.
Jordan said something else to Ayana before leaving her side. His hand grazed her hip on his way out. The empty glass cracked in my hand. In six months’ time, I’d have to watch them kiss. Marry. Fuck off to the type of happily ever after that was never meant for people like me. The glass shattered.
Two was my CFO’s monotone drone as he discussed Markovic Holdings’ latest fiscal quarter. He was competent, but his voice could put a bear on cocaine to sleep.
I hated the song and dance of corporate life.
If you were my fiancée, I wouldn’t look at another woman. Entertainment or not.
I care about everything relevant to you. The thought passed, silent and fleeting, before I locked it away.
Do you spend a lot of time researching me online? “Only when I’m bored. I also spend a lot of time researching knitting patterns and watching cat videos, so don’t feel too special. You’re less interesting than both those things.” It happened so suddenly I hardly noticed it until the sound left my throat. A rumble of laughter—mine.
“Kada te konačno budem poljubio, nećeš više nositi njegov prsten na ruci.”
“He touched you,” he said softly. There was no inflection or emotion. Just pure ice.
“Take off your ring.” Vuk’s harsh command was a shot of whiskey straight to my veins.
placed it on the table behind me. It’d barely hit the mahogany surface before Vuk grabbed the back of my neck and swallowed my gasp with his mouth.
“Do you taste that, srce moje?” Vuk’s eyes burned into mine. “That’s the taste of your need for me. Not anyone else. Me.” He pushed his fingers deeper. I choked, my eyes welling with tears. “You’re mine, Ayana. I teško onom koji pokuša da mi te uzme.”
“There’s one thing you should know about me, Ayana,” he said, his breath grazing my ear. “I. Don’t. Share.”
I don’t like wasting my words on people unless…” My heart rate picked up. “Unless?” “Unless they’re special to me.”
“Joy doesn’t require the absence of grief,” my mother said. “We have the capacity to hold both at the same time. That’s part of the human experience.”
Tell the guys I’ll pick up Shadow later. I paused, then added, Make sure they don’t give him any fucking milk. Cats are lactose intolerant.
“Soft woods for the mountains, which you said you liked. A hint of rum because you run a liquor and spirits company. Vanilla, for warmth and comfort.” Which is what you mean to me.
“Nisam sklon kompromisima, srce, ali za tebe bih pristao i na hiljadu njih
