The Wrong Play (The Wrong Player, #2)

by C.R. Jane

Parker: You’re stalking her, aren’t you? Me: I prefer to call it strategically placing myself in her orbit. Matty: You say that like it sounds less insane.

“Okay, first of all, this is deranged. Second, do you hear yourself? You are willingly ordering dead bugs off the internet.” “Sounds like true love, if you ask me,” Parker said, sounding completely serious. A man above men right there, obviously. “Your cock hasn’t experienced true love, Matthew. It’s still tainted by Darla. One day you will understand.”

Im screaminggggg lmao

Matty crossed his arms. “I have a crazy idea—you just let Riley exist in the world without orchestrating a hostile takeover of her entire life.” I turned to him, unimpressed. “That was your crazy idea?” Parker shook his head in disgust. “What’s your non-crazy idea?”

“I see the girl who fights so hard to believe she deserves happiness. Who spent too long being told she wasn’t allowed to want more, to dream of more. Who learned how to survive before she ever learned how to just be.” My thumb brushed against her jaw, soft and reverent. “But you don’t have to survive me. You just have to love me.”

“Oh, by the way, I recently came into a bunch of money,” I announced. Parker looked confused. “One of your investments?” “It’s strange for me, because I usually just use a paper towel,” I finished.