Wildest Dreams (Forbidden Love, #2)
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Read between September 25 - September 26, 2025
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To every girl who was ever made to feel less-than for her choices. You are magic. Burn the patriarchy.
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There were worse ways to be greeted in your own home than by catching your mother spread-eagle, plastered against the glass backyard door, getting mauled by her fiancé. But I couldn’t think of any of them
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Row and Cal split their time between New York and London. Row had Michelin-starred restaurants in both cities, but they liked to travel all over.
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Serafina was my niece. She’d just turned two and had her mom’s huge blue eyes, her dad’s wild onyx curls, and the neighboring opera singer’s lungs. The girl could scream her way to a catastrophic earthquake.
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By the time I got home, Mama and Marty were no longer reenacting Fifty Shades of Grey Hair in the living room.
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I put my everything into Gravity. I wanted her to know she could be anything she wanted.
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Rhyland Coltridge being my brother’s best friend. A man-whore. A cocky bastard who knew he was God’s best creation to date. A debauched, selfish piece of work clad in a Prada suit. Too bad that piece of work was a masterpiece.
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“Is there a reason why the child is holding a penis?” He flicked his gaze to Gravity, who was hugging Mr. Mushroom on the suitcase while she watched her show intently.
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He gave me a flat look punctuated with a half-moon smirk that threatened to light my panties aflame. Despite my aversion to him now, I’d always had a thing for Rhyland Coltridge.
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I’d spent my entire adolescence actively avoiding this girl, only to get a phone call yesterday from Row that his baby sister was moving into the building. He asked me to watch over her, probably because he wasn’t aware of how closely I’d watched her while growing up.
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“Wouldn’t you like to be temporarily engaged to a man in finance—who is six foot five, with blue eyes?” I coaxed.
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“I said, sex is on the table.” Silence. “Or anywhere else you’d like to have it, to be honest. I’m not picky.” My. Jaw. Was. On. The. Goddamn. Floor.
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Honestly, the fact that I was even speaking English right now was a miracle in itself. Dylan Casablancas, the hottest woman in the Americas and probably any other continent, had offered me sex for pay.
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The irony wasn’t lost on me. I’d made a career of fake-dating people, and now I had to pay for someone to fake-date me.
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I was going to be brave, just like Row had been. Brave when my dad beat him whenever he was drunk, which was every day. Brave when, after nights of taking abuse from Dad, he smiled at me across the breakfast table in the mornings, passed me the cereal box, gave me lunch money, and pretended he wasn’t dead inside. Row didn’t know I was aware of the abuse Dad inflicted on him and Mama. I didn’t know why I was lucky enough to escape his wrath.
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“I know I’m a pig, but I can’t stop fantasizing about fucking you.” “Show me,” I dared him, my voice barely trembling. He clasped my jaw and tilted me against the wall as his lips collided with mine.
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“You gonna let your sister go out of the house like that?” he growled at Row. Row shot him a puzzled look. “Yeah,” he said slowly. “I don’t own her. Wrong era, asshat.”
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Kieran’s name flashed on the screen. I swiped to the right. “Hey, handsome.” “Hello, gorgeous,” he purred back in his deep, alluring tenor. “Changed your mind about marrying me yet?” “Nope, but please keep trying. My self-control has always been wanting.”
Kelsey
Sad face this was meant to be kierans story
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settling on Grey’s Anatomy. Something about complicated medical conditions and drama always soothed my soul.
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Kieran was deep in the closet. In fact, our friendship had started because last time he came to visit our hometown of Staindrop, he’d pretended to hit on me, telling everyone who was willing to listen that he wanted me as his wife. He’d been up-front about what he was doing. He’d never led me on. But he’d pursued me relentlessly, wanting me as his beard to get rid of those pesky tabloid columnists and the persistent paparazzi.
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Ohh. I see now.
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“Remember, your paycheck depends on it,” he hedged me. “I’m the kind of man who’s fun to fuck and dangerous to fuck over. Remember that.”
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“I still need to see if it fits.” “It fits,” Rhyland reassured me. “How do you know?” “Because I’ve spent half my fucking lifetime studying every curve and measurement of your body.”
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“Then he found out I’m thrice divorced.” “Thrice? Je-sus, man. You’re in your early thirties.” “When you know, you know.” “You obviously didn’t know since none of the marriages lasted.”
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Dylan: I doubt you can get him fired. Rhyland: Oh yeah? Dylan: Yeah. Rhyland: Why? Dylan: He is a mannequin.
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The most beautiful girl in the world. Wild but soft. Brave but lost. Imperfect but whole.
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I want to be a doctor. I’d always wanted to be a doctor. It was there in the back of my head, a pipe dream that could never materialize.
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The father of my child—who wasn’t really a father and acted like a child, hadn’t seen her once since she was born, and had screwed off to God knows where—was here in New York. Here in the bar I was visiting for the first time in my life.
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“I’m engaged to Rhyland Coltridge. Remember him?” A muscle jumped in Tucker’s jaw.
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Soon my neck was wet and warm with her tears, and I couldn’t help it: I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her close to my chest. I’d never held a woman like this. Never been held like this either.
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“Uncle Rhyrand, you forgot my good-night kiss.” Internally gagging like a cat with a hair ball stuck in its airway, I leaned down and pressed my lips to her forehead. She had that tiny-human smell, somewhere between baked goods and a warm, fluffy pillow.
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“Tucker did this?” “Accidentally.” “You can’t be fucking serious.” I didn’t recognize my own voice, it was so thick and groggy. “He touched you? That motherfuck—”
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After they were done clearing all the pineapple from the pizza, Rhyland slid two huge slices onto plates and poured himself a cup of “grown-up juice” (read: beer) and apple juice for Grav. “What does grown-up juice taste like?” Gravity piped up. “Emotional numbness.”
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If he were a song, I thought wistfully, he’d be a ballad. Sweet and forlorn and full of hidden meanings. “Wildest Dreams,” maybe.
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“I also know I’m probably as selfish as they are, and I don’t want to ruin anyone else’s life. I had a vasectomy when I was eighteen.” She clutched her heart. “You’re kidding me.” I shrugged. “Condoms break. My resolve doesn’t. I don’t want children.”
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“You’ve always wanted to become a doctor. You still can. Well-worth-it journeys tend to be uphill. If life’s hard, it means you’re doing it right.
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I couldn’t stop thinking about the woman who’d abused Rhyland, imagining myself strangling to death the faceless, entitled piece of work who thought she could have him just because she’d paid him to accompany her.
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Anyway, I was unnecessarily anxious because I knew I was going to kiss Dylan Casablancas today.
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It all started when Gravity got a paper cut one day when I was babysitting her. She insisted I put a Band-Aid on it, but when she realized they’d run out of colorful, themed Band-Aids, she threw a fit. This resulted in me giving her a TED Talk about the decay of moral society through consumerism and the pink tax before concluding that anyway, it was best to buy plain Band-Aids and just draw what you wanted on them. We’d been patching her completely unblemished body ever since.
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“Are you kidding me? Two minutes is a lifetime. Let me kiss you again.”
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“After those two kisses, I’m starting to think we’re inevitable. I think we always were. Since you were eighteen.”
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“You cut your stupid ponytail.” “Man bun,” I corrected. “And hold the press—we found this generation’s Sherlock.”
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“You cut your hair.” “Yeah.” “Why?” I felt my face heating up. “Because you didn’t like the man bun.” She cupped her mouth. “What? When did I say that?” “Three days ago, before I kissed you.” “Jesus, Rhy, I was just giving you shit. That man bun made my lady bits tingle.”
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“Yes. I want your pussy to swim in my cum while you eat your dessert.”
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“My date caught you fucking Row’s baby sister when she went to the restroom.” He cut straight to the chase. Shit.
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“No.” Tate remained seated. “Bruce is playing you. There’s no reason for you to sit around and wait for him to sign the contract. For fifty-five percent of the company, I’ll offer you the same seed money as Bruce and ten million in ad budget.”
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When I realized what it was, a laugh escaped me. It was his clean health bill sheet to show he didn’t have any STIs. This was his stab at romance.
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“Hi, Uncle Tucker. I heard you’re Mommy’s friend.” She flashed him her tiny white teeth. I drank in his reaction as he took her in. The cold, unaffected way he scanned her face, almost like he was searching for imperfections, before his mouth settled into a grim smile.
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“But what if I sent him a business propos—” “Uncle Tucker, do you think dolphins can brea—” “I’m talking, Gravity,” he snapped. His tone slapped the spirit out of her, and I watched her recoil. My blood zinged through my veins. In that moment, I knew I was capable of physically assaulting him for how he was treating my daughter.
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“Tucker,” I greeted with a devil-may-care smirk, letting the door slam shut behind me for the full effect. “I didn’t realize you were in the mood for hospital food.” “Why would you say that?” he sneered. “You’re standing too close to my fiancée for my liking.”
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“Are you still going to babysit Grav when I go to the Taylor Swift show in September?” He offered me a scandalized look. “Duh, dude. What the fuck? She’s my girl.” There was something about the way he said it—she’s my girl— that made me struggle not to cry.
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