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To the girls who always wanted to befriend the monster under their bed. Turns out you can fall in love with it too.
I stared at my English PA as she tipped her head back and laughed at something her boyfriend said heartily. Asshole did not look that fucking funny. Clearly, her standards were low.
LMAOOOO
the truth was she defied category. I didn’t think there was another human attractive enough to compare her to. If God existed, which I seriously doubted as a secular modernist, he must’ve spent extra time on the smallest detail in creating her, because every inch of her was pure perfection.
Poor fella still hadn’t realized there was no room in her life for a man who wasn’t me.
If I couldn’t have her, no one else could. And I wanted her. Oh yes. Her body anyway. Not that I ever gave her the slightest indication I was attracted to her.
I yanked out my pocket book of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and scowled at one of my favorite lines to soothe my anger. “I am not crazy; my reality is just different from yours.”
Gia Bennett’s ice thawed when it came to other people. Unless those people were me.
“You, as in you become my wife. You wear my ring. You live under my roof. You take my name. You suck my cock.” He paused, examining his fingers in sheer boredom. “You bear my children. I’m thinking four, minimum. We’re bound to make mistakes on the first few before we create someone worthy to inherit the company. Oh.” He snapped his fingers. “Maintaining my friendships. Socializing is my least favorite pastime. Rhyland’s and Row’s wives seem to like you. Keep up our appearances.”
Oh he crazy
“Stop right there.” He raised his palm. “Nobody gets to call my future wife a slut other than me.”
Walttt he’s funny
“One, this is exclusive. You dump your little boyfriend as soon as you walk out of here. Two, you act like you don’t detest me in public. Three, do not hire anyone to assassinate me. If you want to kill me, do it yourself.”
He said I was like the moon.” Tate’s throat bobbed with a swallow. “Just because I wasn’t whole didn’t mean I wasn’t enough.”
“My real name is Gabriel,” he croaked, his silken voice coming from the depth of his soul. My heart stopped. “Gabriel Doe. And he—I—we love you. We’ve loved you from the first moment we saw you.”
