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If I don’t look pretty, nobody will notice me . . . and my heart can never get broken again.
“Send two ambulances,” I bark. “I’m about to have a fucking heart attack myself.”
“The patient is about to get knocked back out. That’s what’s happening.”
“I want you, Kate.” He softly bites my ear and goosebumps scatter up my arm. “I want you underneath me.”
No dick is that good, Kate.”
I tilt my chin to the sky as I stare out of the window. “Kathryn doesn’t put up with your shit, Elliot.”
Uneasiness creeps over me. Dear God, who am I sleeping with? There are two versions of Elliot Miles.
Elliot Miles is a heartbreak waiting to happen.
She makes me wish I was a plumber too.
We kiss and hold each other and, with an intimacy I’ve never known, she takes me. And holds me. And ruins me forever.
He has to ask to see me, I’m not pushing for something. He is the one who told me we’re just fucking after all, even though I know we aren’t. So, if he changed his mind, he has to pursue me.
Last time I checked, when you spend most of a week inside someone’s body, you at least owe them a simple conversation.
“It means . . .” My voice trails off. “We had a deal.” I roll my eyes. “Do you mean the deal about you not being seen or photographed with me but it’s perfectly fine for you to be seen leaving with another woman, or do you mean your deal of nobody knowing about us and you speaking to me like a piece of crap whenever you feel like it? Newsflash, it isn’t that appealing, Elliot, excuse me if I want to pass.”
“Well, I don’t want to be your unpaid fucking prostitute any longer. If you’re ashamed to be seen with me in public, don’t see me in private.”
“El,” I whimper. “I know, baby.” He kisses me with his eyes closed. The emotion between us is palpable. A tangible force that we no longer control. This is special. He is special. Elliot Miles is everything I never knew I needed, and regardless of our differences I can’t deny it. I am utterly and irrevocably in love with him.
Elliot Miles isn’t the only one who wanted a fairy-tale ending. I did too. And sadly, I know this isn’t it.
Turns out I do believe in fairy tales. And fate. Never give up, he will find you. Love always, Kate. Xox
