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“I don’t want to make this marriage work. I’m a fine piece of ass who doesn’t need this shit. I want a man who keeps his word and is so brutally honest that it’s almost cruel. You are not that man, Adrien.”
“Men say women are complicated, but they aren’t. Just text back, and don’t stick your dick in other people. Pretty straightforward.”
“Are you in a relationship?” “No.” He looked at me head on, having so much confidence it was nearly toxic. “I don’t text back, and I like to stick my dick in a lot of places.”
“Trust is like glass. It takes time to heat and temper, to make it transparent for both parties to see through. But once it’s shattered, there are so many broken pieces on the floor that it’s impossible to put back together. A year may pass, and you’ll step into the kitchen barefoot for a glass of water and get a shard in your heel. And you’ll remember how it got there.”
“Power and wealth can be taken away—and all that’s left is your word. If you don’t have that, then you don’t have anything. He betrayed his word when he betrayed you, so he betrayed himself. There was a chance of redemption by being honest with you, but he chose cowardice instead.”
A man should treat a woman with the same respect he treats his boys. If anything, she should be his number one guy.”
“If you let me into your apartment, I’ll throw your ass on the bed. I’ll choke you. I’ll spank you so hard my handprint will still be on your ass in the morning. You’ve been warned.”
“It’s called honor. It’s called honesty. It’s called integrity. And more importantly, it’s called respect.
“You’re too fucking beautiful for this bullshit. Because if you were mine—” He shut his mouth immediately but kept his eyes locked on mine, like he wished he could take back what he’d said, but it was too late. “You wouldn’t have to make this decision in the first place.”
“I’m just trying to understand,” I said. “Because if it was the best sex of your life, then it would make sense.” “You’re the best I’ve ever had, Fleur.” “Really?” I asked. “Because you aren’t mine.”
“Pussies have girlfriends. Men have women—and she’s my woman.”
