Free Fall (Wilde Boys, #2)

by Sara Cate

“What the fuck is your deal? I can dress however I want and flirt with whoever the fuck I want.”

“Yeah, well last night you were begging to ride my dick, but I said no, so you moved on quickly. Is that it?”

"I'm here as your business consultant, and as your business consultant, I'm telling you you're strung too tight. You don't need to go over this budget again, and I don't know what kind of misdirected anxiety or grief this is, but if you don't learn to chill the fuck out, you're going to have a nervous breakdown and ruin your company."

"But on a personal level, Nash, I'm telling you to cut your bullshit with me. I'm not going back down that road again with you, do you understand? You said it was water under the bridge, so believe me when I say..." I lean a little closer. "I have no desire to control you or own you, not anymore. So, get the fuck over yourself, you fucking brat."

So, I need Ellis to wash it all away. Like a palate cleanser. A thirty-eight-year old, hot as fuck, confident, rich palate cleanser.

“I’m sorry shit is complicated, Nash. I’m sorry the last time you were in love, you had your heart broken, but I’m not sorry you are the way you are. And I’m not sorry about anything that’s happened between us, so if you want me to apologize, then you can fuck off.”

I let out a loud, “Ha!” as I spin around toward him. “You think I’m her. You’re still so stuck on Zara you think this is that situation all over again. Is that why you sucked his dick, Nash? To keep him from wanting me so you wouldn’t end up broken hearted again?”

Love is only there to destroy us, especially when we’re at our weakest.

“Nash Wilde, you’re punishing me for not wanting you, but you’re the one pushing me away.”

When all of this is over, I’m not choosing between Ellis and Nash. I could never do that. If I can’t have both of them, then I can’t choose one.

“Why would I leave you?” I don’t want to answer him because it sounds fucking pathetic to admit, but this is Ellis, and I’m safe with him. “Because everyone fucking leaves me.”

I can let myself be happy. If it means keeping things the way they are right now at this exact moment, I can.

“I’m so sorry,” I sob. “I’m sorry for everything I did to you. You’re the last ones I ever wanted to hurt, and I hurt you so bad.”