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

by Alexis Hall

It’s not the rush that’s real. It’s the follow-through. Find out what something is and then you’ll find out if you love it.”

if I learned he’d saved a kitten from a fire, I’d be inclined to think it was for his own fucked-up purposes.” “Yes, of course.” The click of Ilya’s needles seemed disconcertingly merry given the topic of conversation. “But the

kitten would still be broadly better off.” “If that kitten was me, I’d take the burn to the death option.” “That’s because you’ve never been on fire.”

Things that may not be are infinitely beautiful. Things

that are…well, they tend to be tedious.”

With Caspian, force had never felt like a threat. It felt like a fucking gift. Everything

Fucked my arse, my head, and my heart in the same damn fire escape.

‘When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.’”

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.”

“For the last fucking time,” I yelled, “nobody needs any fucking forgiveness. This stuff’s just sex. It doesn’t need to be diagnosed or explained or justified.”

“As you wish.” Ack. Help. Melting. And all it took was a smile and a Princess Bride reference.

“Yes,” he said softly. “A fucking amazing journey.”

And Caspian hardly ever swore—I guess because he was all refined and sophisticated and shit