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“Hello, fuckup,” he parried tonelessly,
Watch ya mouth
What in the name of Taylor Swift was going on here?
“Absolutely right, sir. There is no bigger fan of monogamy and children than me,” Rhyland clucked, his voice honeyed menace.
Liar liar pants on fire
“Thank you, sir. Have a nice day.” She fucking tipped me.
Thank goddess
“Wouldn’t you like to be temporarily engaged to a man in finance—who is six foot five, with blue eyes?” I coaxed.
Hmm sounds familiar
“Hey, don’t kill the messenger.” “Well, don’t stand so fucking close, then.”
“You’re not a trophy wife, sweetheart. More like a punishment fiancée.”
Gravity tried to pull off the same olive-to-mouth toss, but it hit her eye, and she squawked.
Poor baby
I’d already sold all my Patek Philippe, Rolex, and Cartier, and now I was sporting an embarrassing Michele Deco Madison. At this rate, I was going to show up to Bruce’s place with a fucking Apple Watch.
Hey wtf is wrong with an apple watch
“Excuse me?” I was on the verge of gutting him with my daughter’s lice comb. “Taking care of sick kids is a woman’s territory. Men don’t have these kinds of…I dunno, maternal instincts or whatever. I did the best I could in the given situation. It’s civilization, baby. Mother Nature. We’re meant to hunt, not clean rice and chicken nuggets off the floor.”
Beat his ass
He was scrubbing off the remainder of the vomit on the couch, but everything else was squeaky clean and back in order. For the millionth time, I thanked God for creating Rhyland Coltridge.
You have needs too. You have a life. Dreams. Don’t tell me you forgot about them, because I won’t buy it. You’re still a dreamer. You’ve always been a dreamer.”
Row said charitably, as if he had a choice in the matter. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to warn you off. She deserves the world.” “I will give her the entire goddamn galaxy,” I retorted.
Lord have mercy
Because Taylor was right. The high really was worth the pain.
“Every single time you try to negotiate, I’ll up the ante.”
I totally also do this but tate sucks
I cursed in seven languages, even though I was only fluent in one,
Suddenly, I was claustrophobic. I wanted out of here. To claw my way out of this flying airplane, to hurl myself into sure death, to run away from my own consciousness to avoid the consequences of what just happened here.
But losing Dylan was un-fucking-fathomable.
It had hurt, but it hadn’t burned.
wound. So I ran off, leaving Cal to babysit her. I couldn’t think of anyone I trusted more than my best friend.
Cal you G of a woman
“Uncle Rhyrand?” Please call me daddy.
STOPPPP😭
Ours was never meant to be a love story, only a cautionary tale.
“I’ll drive you crazy,” she hedged. “I’m already mad about you.”
