Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

For the ones who were told their dreams were too dreamy but who went on to make them come true anyway.

“Did you just invite yourself to my table and then order for me?” His deep voice rumbles but there’s no bite.

“Oh, is this your table? My apologies. I didn’t realize you owned the airport.”

Ahhhhh the banter already… i fear im gonna eat this up!!!

I yearn for that relationship. And I’ll never have it.

Relatable

but I’m pissed off that anyone could make her feel that way about herself.

“Yes. Only an hour to ask for your number.”

Ahhhhhh yesssss

Fifteen years ago, I might not have. Now, I’m too fucking old to play mind games. I’m interested. Simple as that.

Yessss period!!!

All the air leaves my lungs in one rough exhale. Because I’d know those eyes anywhere. I’ve dreamed of them.

“Bash, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Gwen. Gwen Dawson.”

Stooooop

There’s a kind way to let a girl down, and it isn’t by letting her constantly check her phone like a desperate teenager hoping that the cute boy she’s obsessed with might text her.

BABE?!? He texted you twice!! oop not the miscommunication trope

What I do know for sure is that it’s been eight months, and I still think about Sebastian Rousseau every damn day.

“The fuck did you just say to her?” Bash’s voice is cold as ice from across the table.

Ahhhhh LFG!!!!

And what’s worse is he’s out there disrespecting you to your face, and that makes me want to break something…”

“I never got your messages, and if I had…”

I would have chosen him.

As ypu should

The one who probably hates me now for having dated his son.

So I’m guessing you guys broke up

I tell myself I’m only saying yes to make Clyde happy. And that it has nothing to do with spending more time around Sebastian Rousseau. Absolutely nothing at all.

Lies

“He reminds me of Oscar the Grouch sometimes.”

“Bash, we understand. This is your trash can, and we’re just living in it.”

DYING

“Fuck it,” I mutter. Then I kiss her.

AHHHHH YESSSSS

“That he was a fool to let you get away. But that it was just as well because I could fuck you better.”

FERAL

Gwen spends the rest of the day at the studio teaching. Which is fine, because I spend the rest of the day rushing around planning a birthday party for her.

Why is this so cute!!!

“Because it’s about you. You’re scared.”

Clyde is many things but in this case he is definitely not wrong

I don’t know specifically what she likes, so I make everything. I want her to have it all, everything and anything she likes.

Stooooop sooo cute

Yesssddd looove this

She’s fucking breathtaking. And the fact that she didn’t roll out of my bed is downright criminal.

FERAL

What I should have been brave enough to tell her is that I didn’t want that to be a one-night thing.

Ugh TELL HER NOT ME

“Coming right up. What my girl wants, she gets.”

SCREAMING AND KICKING MY FEET!!!!

“My head’s been in the gutter since the first time I laid eyes on you.”

Ahhhhh

“Gwen, this is my job. It would be like me clapping when you roll out a yoga mat. Even though when I see that ass in leggings, it makes me want to.”

“If you don’t clap the next time I do, I will be deeply disappointed.”

Im dead

“Wow,” I sigh. Because no other word seems to do this view justice. “This is beautiful.”

“Yeah. It is,” Bash agrees.

But when I turn back to face him, he’s not looking out the window. He’s looking at me.

Crying

“Yeah. Because I’ll never forgive myself if I let you get away again.”

“Yes, what, Gwen? I’m going to need you to use your words. Because I’m about to snap and fuck you right here in this plane, but I need to know you want it first.”

AHHH FERAL

“It’s about fucking time, Rousseau,”

AHHHH YESSSSS

“Atta girl,”

But like why do i like this

Clyde continues like a steam engine down the tracks. “A beer in his hand, big old hickey on his neck.”

Dying

I freeze, but only for a beat, willing myself to act as naturally as possible. Because yes, there is a big hickey on Bash’s neck, and yes, I’m the one who left it there.

SCREAMING HAHAHA THIS IS TOO GREAT

“Gwen, baby, I need you to be quiet. You can scream for me later. But right now, I need you to shut your mouth and take this cock like the good girl I know you can be.”

Ahhhhh this man is feral!!!!!!

“He was not making something else. He’s been nervous cooking since he got up. This man is so obsessed with you, he doesn’t even know what to do with himself.”

Ahh i love clyde

“Gwen, how am I supposed to trust you to name our first child if you can’t even give this raccoon a respectable name?”

OMG

“I’m always in your corner, Gwen. You ever need a pick-me-up? I’m your guy.”

“You’re a fucking wild card. Unpredictable and never what I expect. You scare the hell out of me every damn day. But today more than any of them. Because I thought I lost you.”

“And I love you, and I hadn’t even gotten the chance to tell you.”

Where you go, I’ll follow. I don’t care where we are as long as we’re together.”

Crying

“You’re my limes, Bash. I’m the tequila. You and me? We’re gonna spend the rest of our lives making margaritas, okay?”

“I’m never going to run again, okay?” I say, hoping he understands what I mean.

“Good, because I’m never letting you go.”