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If Mr. Darcy was a modern man with a rolling suitcase, a stick shoved way up his ass, and no actual redeemable qualities, he might be this guy.
His gaze locks with mine, his eyes the deep blue of a perfect midnight sea filled with fucking nasty sharks.
When in Vegas, ignore the douches, let the good times roll, and always carry a spare set of panties in your purse, just in case. That’s what Mom used to tell me. Mom was fun.
“You never say no to champagne. Especially when studly naked men are pouring. Mom always told me that,” Julia says, handing over her empty glass.
“Opportunity knocks. And when it doesn’t knock, it kicks down the fucking door and robs you at gunpoint,” Meredith says,
