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To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.
“It was baked chicken and plain cherry tomatoes. You can’t be full from that.”
At least he's not a dick trying to tell her she eats too much
Besides, my body is my temple. I refuse to desecrate it with trash.
Jared’s hands raise. “My bad, Blakely, I’m just saying. I didn’t realize you were on a diet.”
Fuck you
And if they can’t handle a machine, how the hell does she expect them to handle her?
Fair.
Want is a strong word. I want the two-hundred thousand I’m being paid for wearing this outfit.
That's so much fucking money
Fake it ‘til you make it… and then keep faking it forever, even after you do.
That’s all I ever am. An “in the moment” kind of guy. A distraction. A temporary fixture. A second choice.
That's so fucking sad
Sometimes it’s nice to feel wanted, to be the center of someone else’s everything, even temporarily.
I swear to God it’s her personal mission in life to get under my skin.
it is
A way for my father to gaze at her beauty without having to admit out loud he’s never moved on after her death. After I killed her.
Ouch
Snapshots can’t capture a soul, only a memory.
Drawing in a deep breath, I step on the scale, closing my eyes tightly and counting to twenty-five, envisioning the result I’d like to see.
She has an eating disorder
“You look tired.”
Not supposed to sy that
Why he gives me a nickname when he won’t give me the time of day is beyond me.
Becuse he's secretly kinda hot for you duh
Besides, he’s not a bad father, just an absent one.
70% of being a good parent is just showing up
“I sincerely hope you come with better lines than what you used on poor Karen when you’re trying to snag some vag.”
Lol and also ew
“Should you be using words like ‘snag some vag?’” he bites back.
No. The answer is no.
“So, go ahead. Run and tell your daddy I’ve been mean. He’ll give me a bonus on my next check for not falling at your feet like your vapid friends and empty followers.”
Savage
“I’m still looking for a daddy. Know anyone up for the challenge?”
Oooooo
The truth is, I’m addicted to Jackson’s hatred.
In fact, I’ve been doing everything in my power to dissuade her.
Mmmmm disagree
“That club she’s going to tonight… I want you to go with her.”
Oh nooooooo
Of course, there’s an ulterior motive. Silly me, thinking he’d had a change of heart.
Poor girl
“Really? He was kind of a dick to me.” She shrugs again. “Probably because you weren’t giving him the attention he wanted.”
Boys are such assholes
It allows me a free moment to drown in my thoughts, recognizing that in a houseful of people—all here for me—I’ve never felt so alone.
Am I that unpalatable? Is Kayla that much better?
Aw her poor insecurities. It makes me sad.
I’ve tricked the world into thinking I’m somebody, when really, I’m nothing more than what they pay me to be.
“What did you say your name was?” I flash her a smile and watch the blush rise on her high cheekbones.
lol that's a way to get a girl with daddy issues
Anger spikes in my gut at the way he’s manhandling her, but I shake the feeling before it has a chance to fester. This is ridiculous. I don’t even like Blakely, there’s no reason I should care about who’s touching her.
Nah dude you want her
Blakely doesn’t date. A virgin,”
Did she just say her friend is a virgin?
Force him to apologize for touching what doesn’t belong to him.
What belongs to you maybe?
But it’s all so fake. She is fake.
You learn a lot about a person from paying attention to what they don’t say. And Blakely Donahue doesn’t say a lot. I wonder if anyone has ever listened to her silence.
It would be rude not to watch since she’s putting on such a show.
Boys are dumb
I can’t give her stories, but I can give her thirty minutes in the stock room closet.
My cock throbs, images of her moving her hips the way she did on stage assaulting my mind, but this time she’s sitting on my face while I feast on her pussy and drown in her juices.
Daddy
There’s no way to come out whole once you’re in the jaws of Hollywood.
“He’s hot. They’re practically salivating trying to figure out who he is.”
Will this be a fake dating trope?
“I’m always real, B. You’re the one who has to put on a show, not me. Let’s not forget that.”
Well okay bitch
“He doesn’t even like me. How pathetic is that? The realest person in my life, and he can’t stand the sight of me.”
Cartier doesn’t want to dangle off the wrist of someone whose man can’t afford to put it there.”
He’s hot, and he’s a great tool to keep your name in the headlines, but that’s all he is, you know? A tool. Product placement.”
That's sad. That's how everyone treats him
If she’s surrounded with a good support system, or if she’s breaking apart from holding the weight of her alcoholic father and her estranged brother on her back.
So this starts after the events of the first one and he's warmed a little to her if I remember right
after I got home and jerked off to the thought of my cock down Blakely’s throat—that
Why cut this line?? It's hot dude
I was so close to feeling her under my hands. To sucking the brat off her tongue and bending her body until it broke me of my grief.
Daddy
When I’m at home, I have time to think. Time to feel. I’ll take Blakely over the hurt any day.
I don't like him using her as a rebound
There’s a scent in the air. Baked dough and tomato sauce. Gooey cheese and peppers. My nostrils flare, letting the stench flow down to my empty stomach, hoping it will be enough to curb the craving.
Ooofta this is not healthy.
We don’t have time for one of your prepped meals or one of your tantrums.”
Wow. She has such a low opinion of her. It seems like everyone around her does. Even Jackson
I know what it’s like to be lost in your head—to feel so alone while you’re spinning at its mercy. I know what it’s like to spiral so fast and so deep you fear you’ll never see straight again. I know the pain of hiding your grief, and doing it so well, so convincingly, that no one realizes they should be looking to see if it’s there.
