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Never let it be said that men can’t multitask.
Gabe smiles. It isn’t a nice smile, and there’s something slightly wolfish about it, making me want to shout abort abort at Hugh.
Hugh instantly relaxes, lounging back in his chair and picking up his water to sip, and it’s like watching a car crash in slow motion.
my boss fires Hugh as cleanly and coldly as if he was a surgeon cutting through scar tissue.
Gabe might be a complete bastard, but I sort of think of him as my bastard, and I don’t like other people criticising him.
I open my mouth to say who knows what, but we’re interrupted by a deep voice at the door.
I hate him I tell myself repeatedly. I fucking hate his dismissive, perfect arse.
the challenges to his liver
He nods, and then looks at me where I’m still making shooing motions. “Dylan, I am neither a dog, nor a farmyard animal, so it is beyond my comprehension why you are making those gestures at me.” “You’re certainly not trained at all,” I say briskly, and walk behind him as he moves towards the stairs.
present company of idiots.
“As if the opinions of four people who have the IQ of snails, could bother me.”
I feel the need to grab a tight hold on him because, like water, he’s going to slip through my fingers and flow away sometime soon.
“Sometimes we think that a certain path in life is the way we have to go. We see other routes, but we avoid them because we’re so insistent they’re not for us, that we might get lost or hurt. Then sometimes fate sets in, and someone takes your hand or waves you over. You step off your chosen path, and find that although this one is new and scary, somehow your feet know the way to navigate it. You might even find that it leads you the way that you were always meant to go.”
“Maybe sleeping with your boss was a reckless thing to do.” I jerk and stare at her. “What? You knew?”
“He reminds me of Fagin.” I jerk. “Do you mean the scraggy, old dog that used to sniff around for scraps? That’s who my boyfriend reminds you of.”
“Fagin would bite if you got too close. Gabe’s like that, Dylan, so you need to be careful, because if you corner him, he could hurt you badly.”
and I draw what I know is the correct assumption – he’s getting ready to dump me. That moment in bed when he’d clung to me and looked into my eyes, he’d seen things that I didn’t want him to see. He’d needed me, and it had set the clock ticking on our relationship.
he hovers at the door watching me intently as if I’m some sort of mystery to him.
although it was the right thing to do I’ve broken my own heart in the execution of it.
You could go out tomorrow and find someone better for you, but the truth is that no one will ever need you like I do.” He pauses and then says firmly. “No one will ever love you like I do.”
It’s the smell of us, and it stands for joy to me.
The man fucks like a dream, but his coffee tastes like something crawled up and died in the cup.
