Bullseye (The Monsters Within Duet, #1)

by Monica James

Don’t touch me, and we won’t have a problem.

mood

Like a butterfly, she is so beautiful, but all I want to do is tear off her wings.

anti hero tings

Her tits are mere inches away from me, which means they’re mere inches too close.

this is how every man should act!! ps, this isn’t the heroine

“I don’t care what a sorry sack of shit like you thinks of me.” He clenches his jaw, but I continue. “We’re not friends, and we never will be. I’ve never even seen you smile. You have permanent resting bitch face, but in your case, you are a bitch.”

GO GIRLLL😩

Reading over the description for resting bitch face on Google for the third time, I don’t know whether to be insulted or amused that Tiger thinks this of me.

the fact that he found this funny🤣🤣

I’m not due in to work for another couple of hours as I’m working the graveyard shift. “Sup?” I answer, wondering what’s wrong. I instantly hear catcalls and rowdy assholes in the background. “Sorry to call, Bull. I know you don’t start for another couple of hours.” “What’s up?” Her pause is all the answer I need. “It’s Lily—” “Be there in ten.” I hang up before she even has a chance to finish her sentence.

yes. yes. yes.

“There,” he pants, freeing my throat and wrists. “I fucking kissed you first.” Yes, he did, and now, I am in so much trouble.

🤩

Her bubblegum kisses will be the death of me.

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