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February 24 - March 21, 2023
“Some people think happiness is only attainable once they achieve something, like a promotion, a better job, a house, kids… but no. Happiness doesn’t happen because of achievements. Happiness is built and lived every single day of our lives when we are with the ones we love and cherish. So don’t be afraid to love, my dear friends. And do not be afraid to be happy.”
I see the author's intent and it's still a no for me girl!
Her question either. So, are you gonna propose to her, then? Wake up, Alex. She was just joking. But damn. What if she really does want to marry me? She’s turning eighteen in less than two months, after all. A smile escapes as I think about an alternative reply to her question. What if I do? Do you think she will say yes? Fuck. I should feel disgusted at the thought of it, and yet I feel the contrary.
Yeah okay, but next to this man that girl would practically be a child bride. 🤢
“You knew those guys were totally wasted! Why did you go with them? Why?” “To hurt you!” I scream back. “So you can feel my pain seeing you with that woman! I know you don’t want her! I know it!”
Ugh....she is so unlikable, and this book is so poorly written it actually hurts.
“Her husband!”
Um.....I am so uncomfortable. Like.....what????
My heart can’t hold it in any longer, and I suddenly blurt out, “I love you.” Then I briefly close my eyes, holding back the tears. “And not in the way I should…” I sniffle, looking down, ashamed to have said it. “Oh, Petra.” He lays my head on his shoulder, before sighing in return. “Don’t say that.” And he starts kissing my hair, trying to comfort me, but I’m still crying. He stares back into my eyes and dries the tears with his thumb. “Don’t say that,” he repeats, his voice soft. “You’re just confused.” “I know I shouldn’t…” I sniffle. “You are my godfather, my dad’s best friend, and more
...more
The level of discomfort that I feel .....
I reach for her at that instant, starving to feel her lips on mine again. I can’t hold myself back anymore. Or my heart. She belongs to me. She finally told me.
🤢🤢🤢
“I’m afraid I also love you, Ms. Van Gatt… and not in the way I should.”
🤮
“Petra?” He starts stroking my face, smiling at me. “Do you really belong to me?” he asks with such a warm and tender voice that I melt entirely.
Please God, make it stop. 😭🤮
He pulls out his cock, touches himself briefly, and with a snarling sound I’ve never heard before, he releases his warm orgasm on my back. I want to tell him to rub it in and let it dry, but there’s no need—Alex does just that.
I could’ve gone my entire life without ever having read this paragraph. Ick! 🤮
“We are not here for a debate, Miss. But since you feel inspired, I want a dissertation on the subject on my desk next week. All sources cited and credited.” I wince. “Next time be attentive in class, so you can avoid extra work.”
This author clearly doesn’t know anything about how American colleges work…..
Mercifully, we hear the bell ring, and the class is finally over.
There are no bells in college………………………….Furthermore, professors do not give out extra work as punishment for not paying attention. They get paid regardless of whether or not a student is engaged. More work for the student would mean more work for the professor or their TA. The author should do more research next time. And get a goddamn editor!
This is a nightmare, right?
I have been wondering the same thing from the beginning of this book.
“We spent the night together in Rio, but nothing serious happened, I promise. I’d never go further without talking to you first.”
Lies, but okay dude.
“It feels surreal!” I stand up again, roaming around. “You are gone for ten years! Ten good years, for God’s sake!” I protest before exhaling all my mixed emotions. “And what about that lifestyle of yours, huh? Does she already know about it?”
Yes, let’s further point out that this man and the main character are basically strangers.
“What? My relationship with Petra is totally different.”
It’s not a relationship, it’s lust.
I shake my head more in astonishment than anything else. I’d never have done it for any woman in the world, not even Tess. After a brief moment of silence, still assessing his request, I proceed. “You know if you break her heart, I’ll have to hurt you, Alexander. And our friendship, our businesses, everything we’ve built together will end, right?”
This is perhaps the most disturbing and disappointing part of this whole book.
I know why he wants white. This is meant to be worn before actually making love, before giving myself entirely to him. Holy shit.
….👀🤮 Here we go again with that creepy teenaged virgin fetish.
“And you can’t be that naive, right? You’ve already done some stuff, no?” “Like what?” “I don’t know…” Emma pauses, thinking something through. “Have you ever touched a dick? With your hands or mouth?” “No…” I mumble, looking down. “Oh gosh. Not even that? Okay…” She then ponders a bit further. “You’ve at least seen one, right?” I shake my head. “Wow. Well, let’s get back to the basics. Have you ever tried to cum on your own with your fingers?” Oh yes, I’ve been thinking about him so many times. I nod at her. “But just outside.”
This is one of the top reasons this shit is so incredibly wrong. I hate how the author is playing up the main character’s innocence and child-like demeanor. It’s obvious she’s trying to be as scandalous as possible. Just how many publishing houses and editors rejected her before she decided to just self publish?
I release a sigh, my frown deepening. This guy will never change. I know Paulo’s wife, Anabela. After all, I personally attended their wedding. I even saw them looking into each other’s eyes, taking marriage vows, for fuck’s sake. And yet here he is, looking for a one-night stand. I shake my head again. I’m definitely not interested in witnessing any of this. “Well, I’m gonna get some rest,” I snap, standing up.
For a man who was having sexual fantasies about his best friends underage daughter, he sure is judgy.
“Oh, well, we are known as the geek squad of the freshman class, as we spend most of our time in the library. But it’s fine. I enjoy it.”
I can seriously tell that this author has no concept of what American colleges are actually like. Or maybe she has no concept of what college is like in general.
“You don’t know him,” she snaps instantly.
The main character is written so defensive here but she doesn’t know this man any more than her best friend does. He has been out of her life for ten years up until this point. Seriously, what is this “relationship “ even based on besides physical attraction? To say they are in love because of the bond they shared when the main character was a small child is just sick and creepy.🤢
“Wow.” I take a deep breath and exhale. “So, wait, Roy’s okay with you guys being together? I can’t believe this! Your father? Roy Van Gatt? The man who’s firmly against boys and sees them as a useless distraction? He’s okay with you being with a forty-year-old heartbreaker?”
This entire thing is making me tired….and I don’t know if white hot anger that faded into reluctant acceptance constitutes as her father being “okay” with his best friend wanting to bone is only daughter who is a solid 23 years his junior.
“We used to come here during the winter! You taught me to ski here, right?” I ask, barely containing my excitement.
So….are we not going to talk about the fact that this man basically helped raise her for seven years of her life or….?
“We used to build snowmen right in front. Do you remember?”
Yeah and now you’re about have your first (second, technically) sexual experience with this man who stepped in as a father figure when you were a child. Because that’s totally okay and not creepy at all…
“You still have a photo of us and our snowman?” I laugh hard. “Oh God, you age so well. You look even better now. More adult.” He chuckles, his eyes darting down to the picture, and he reaches out to lift my chin. “You too,” he murmurs before kissing my lips.
D I S G U S T I N G. 🤢🤢🤢
You got this, Petra. You are an adult,
Barely, but okay girl.
“It’s a confidentiality agreement, Miss.” My heart skips a beat and I blink twice. “A what?”
Yeah, because it’s totally normal to have your goddaughter sign an NDA right before you two are sexually intimate. That’s not weird and sketchy at all….
“It says: ‘Both parties have the right to move forward with legal procedures if there is a voluntary breach of confidentiality intended to damage or to harm the reputation, dignity, and the good name of the other.’ Petra, this is also in your own interest.
Sounds like someone who is guilty of something trying to cover their tracks but okay sir.
I cross my arms, dazed and confused at his behavior. I wonder if he does this with every woman he sleeps with. Is this really necessary? Doesn’t he trust me enough?
No one should have to wonder whether or not their supposed partner trusts them….
He turns the palm of his hand up. I grasp it, stand up, and follow him.
She’s like a lamb being lead to the slaughterhouse.
“Well, we’ve got our entire lives, don’t we?” His blue eyes devour mine, picturing exactly that. “Yes, we do.” He places a warm kiss on my lips. “I promise.”
Not sure if that’s something anyone should promise.
“It’s alright, I’m on the pill…” “Are you sure?” Oh gosh, what should I say? “Yes, don’t worry.” I wet my lips and whisper in his ear, “I want to feel you, and only you, inside.”
I’m sorry, but in the very beginning of this book, didn’t this man say he always used condoms because he didn’t trust women when it came to birth control? So…this author wrote a scene where this character is totally willing to risk impregnating a teenage girl he helped raise for seven years????? Um….what?
“I’m terribly in love with you,” he confesses.
Which is odd and creepy considering he has been absent from her life for ten years and only has the memories of her as a small child to base her personality off of.
To make her um in my mouth.
This is why the author should've hired an editor.
She’s too young for that.
Um....if she's to young for thay, she's too young for literally everything else.
“I appreciate the offer, Sophie, but I’m here with Petra, for her birthday, you know.” Finally, Sophie looks over slightly. Yes, I’m here! “Oh, your goddaughter, isn’t it?” We nod. Her attention goes to me as she says, “I do remember you coming here when you were as big as this.” She holds out a flat hand by her hips. “So, it’s your birthday?” I nod again. “Congratulations! How old are you now?” “Eighteen,” I reply, nerves flowing through my veins. “Oh, wow. Such a baby. My son is just two years older. Your godfather is the sweetest to bring you here, isn’t he?” “He’s great, yeah…” I mutter,
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This is just awkward and uncomfortable 😣
“Am I gonna be known forever only as your goddaughter?”
That is generally how that works, yes.
“So for the rest of the world, society in general, you have no intentions of introducing me as your girlfriend?” I hear nothing but an exasperated breath from his side. “Petra, there is no need to feed gossip…”
See…..this right here is the dose of reality she should have gotten BEFORE they did anything with each other.
“So our relationship will always be kept secret?” “Let’s just say for people who don’t matter, they don’t need to know anything for now. They won’t see it the right way…”
What he means is, everyone will think he took advantage of her and that the age difference and power dynamic is too vast and unbalanced to be appropriate or acceptable.
“Well, they would find it…” He pauses, searching for the best word. “Inappropriate,” he manages to say before a gush of air rolls from his lips. “Not everyone is pure and loving like you. Most people would love to expose us, paint a different reality for the sake of making a few bucks.”
Because it IS inappropriate!
How can a young eighteen-year-old sound so naughty?
Okay girl, we get it. She’s very young. You don’t need to emphasize it and reinforce how creepy the shit is.
“What if you tell me to stop and I can’t control myself and do it anyway?”
Why is that even an issue….? Maybe let’s stop perpetuating the belief that men are beasts with little to no control over their sexual impulses. Gross. 🤢
I have the terrible feeling I know nothing about the most basic principles of economics. I’ve spent the entire semester studying them, yet now my mind feels like a total blank.
Are we really going to perpetuate the belief that when a girl gets a boyfriend, she is automatically rendered stupid and dickmatized?
“First, you don’t leave the lunch or dinner table before me, or without having my permission to do so. Second, every evening after dinner, you’ll change into and wear a nightgown—and only a nightgown. It’s already on your bedside. Are we clear?”
……ew
“Do you need help changing, Miss?”
She’s a fully grown human, not a toddler!
Strangely enough, though, it feels like everything was already written a long time ago.
Which is disgusting!
“Of course. I promise she’ll graduate before having kids.”
With how frequently they have unprotected sex, he can’t promise something like that. Birth control isn’t a guarantee that she won’t get pregnant.
Oh shit. I don’t like Dad’s request to say the least. What a control freak he is. No, this is not okay, for God’s sake!
Girl what?? 😭
“What?” She loudly puts down her silver spoon, gaping in horror, her eyes enraged. “This is a joke, right? Have you lost your mind?”
I am wondering if the author was even in her right mind when she wrote this book…….every single one of these characters is crazy as hell.
“Oh, dear Lord! Are you fucking insane?”
Yes. Yes she is.
