How to Belong with a Billionaire (Arden St. Ives #3)

by Alexis Hall

“Arden.” Her expression grew quite severe suddenly. “Why wouldn’t you? Very few adventures begin with a no.”

But also, you could learn so much about someone from their bookshelves, and I’m nosy as fuck.

In my experience there were two kinds of people in the world: people who kept books for show and people who kept them for love,

“Why not? Diversity’s on trend right now.” “Is it?” I asked, in a smaller voice than I’d have hoped. “Or is it more of a thing that some people just kind of, like, are?”

So fuck it. And fuck Caspian. I chose me.

Ellery and I were subdued on the return flight. I guess we’d both had our reasons for wanting to get away for a bit, but that was the thing about getting away: At some point, you had to come back, and everything you’d left behind would still be waiting.

I think regret is important. It’s how you learn to live with things instead of running from them.”

“Don’t be daft, Ardy. You can’t expect to live a life you’re happy to look back on and not fuck it up occasionally. It’s not the fucking up that counts. It’s what you do after.”

And yes, I’d have understood you better, and probably been a better boyfriend, if you’d told me earlier, but you always get to decide how and when your story gets told.” He twisted away from me, though not before I’d seen the anguish on his face. “It’s a story that broke me long ago.” “It hasn’t broken you. It’s just hurt you and made you feel weak. But that doesn’t mean hurt is all you’ll ever be and it doesn’t mean you can never be strong.”