Public Rivalry (The Billionaire's Successor, #1)
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“Corinne, I would die for you.”
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“I don’t think Batman would ever say that to Poison Ivy.”
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“For the record, this is the happiest I’ve ever seen Gray in the twelve years we’ve been friends. This is the first time he’s ever dressed up for this party, and I’ve been forcing him to host it since he moved in.”
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“Just like any other great discovery happens,” Gray explains as he weaves his arms into his button-down shirt. “We were shitfaced in college and Walsh walked in on me having sex in the common room. Instead of going back to his room…he just watched.”
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“I don’t sleep in,” he responds succinctly. “You barely sleep at all,” I note. “How do you do that?” “Caffeine,” he answers. “A lot of exercise. And as you’re well aware, for the first few years of my career, a ton of cocaine.”
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“And we can have sex in your childhood bedroom, right?” His expression flips immediately. “Oh, it’s settled,” he declares as he jumps off of his stool and scoops me into his arms. “You’re definitely coming.”
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And somehow, this is how I’ve always seen him. As a regular boy. A regular man. Someone who was smart and ambitious—but not much more than I was. To others he borders on otherworldly, born with a silver spoon and gilded wings. To me, he’s just Gray. I give him a firm kiss on the lips before I pull back and say to him, “I love you, Gray.”
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“Tell me you love me,” he manages to say, his voice drunk with lust. “I need to hear you say it again.” “I love you,” I say, responding before he has even finished speaking. “I love you, Gray.”
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Gray is leaning back against the tub’s built-in headrest, staring at the ceiling. When he feels my hand on his chest, he looks at me and smiles. “About time, right?” he asks. I can’t stop myself from letting out a small laugh. I lean up to kiss his lips and I nod in agreement. “About time.”
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“I said that you need to go,” she repeats. “You’re not the person I thought you were. You’re not the person I thought I was in love with.”
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“You’re telling me that if I informed you that I wasn’t going to move to Boston and that I wasn’t going to quit my job to come work for you, you would just be fine with it?”
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“I don’t like to admit when I’m wrong, but I will right now. I love your brother. I love you. And I’m impressed with how you’ve taken care of your brother. But there are some things here that you don’t understand about your brother and the situation that he put me in.”
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I shake my head. “I’m not here to try to talk you out of being a bigot. That’s a bigger project than I’m willing to take on.” “Bigot? I’m not a bigot. Jesus Christ, Gregory. I didn’t care that your brother was in love with a man. I cared about the fact that the man he was in love with had criminal ties.”
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“Gregory, the minute that Corinne had the audacity to challenge me in front of my family, friends, and colleagues purely out of instinct to defend you was the moment that I knew that I needed her to come work for me. Now, I can’t have that happen if your relationship is over. So, if you still love her and still want to be with her, I’ll accommodate that in any way possible.”
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Pick up your phone, you dumb slut.
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“I…” I trail off when I realize that I’m beginning to cry. “Gray, I really hope you’re happy,” I tell him, hoping that the quiver in my voice isn’t apparent. “I’ll get there,” he answers. I don’t say goodbye. I just hang up the call and bury my face in my hands, feeling like the entire world is folding in on me.
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“So, let me get this straight,” I recount as I take a step back from her, breaking our embrace. “You were so determined to beat me to a proposal that you didn’t even bother to get me a ring?”
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I take another step back and lower myself to one knee. “Well, you certainly beat me to the proposal, but I clearly win in the ring department,” I say as I hold up that mahogany ring box that I’ve been keeping in my pocket. I lift the lid and show her the ring I designed at Harry Winston.
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