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Loving something that hurts you is also an unhealthy obsession, I think.
“When we grow up, will you marry me?” His eyes widen, but he looks away. My heart shrivels and breaks in my chest. Once again, it was all for nothing.
If life throws you a lemon, you should probably eat it or else you’ll remain hungry.
It doesn’t matter how many years pass or how old she gets, Nicole was and always will be beautiful. The provocative type.
“We…don’t get along.” “I’m still not convinced.” “We go back and he hates me, so he definitely won’t help me.” “I see. The fact that he insisted that you work for him makes sense.” My head jerks up. “W-what? He insisted I work for him?” “He put his foot to the ground like a child whose toy was taken.”
He was pissed drunk during university and when I asked why he purposefully avoided blondes, he told me because one of them ruined everything. I had to stop him from hopping on a plane to England in his state. He said he wanted to find her, strangle her, and revenge-fuck her, and maybe do it all over again. And then he was spouting shit about peaches and whatever.
“You have the beauty of a fucking angel, Peaches.” He rests his chin on my stomach, his eyes clashing with mine for a brief second. “Too bad you possess the personality of the bloody devil.”
I sit there and wait. And wait. But Daniel never came back for me. And just like that, I’ve become invisible again.
Ronan I’m here! Miss me, fuckers? Cole As much as the desert misses the sun. Ronan Stop it, you. Don’t make me blush.
“What is this?” I stare between her and Knox. “Barging into Daniel’s office day?”
“Ever since you got a new assistant. Blonde, too. I always thought you hated us.” “I do. No offense.” “Taken.” Knox levels me with a glare. “Apologize.” “I’m sorry you were born with a disgusting hair color, Anastasia. I liked you better when you dyed your hair black.”
Sighing, I close the door behind me and follow him to the living area, where he has a basket full of Minions merch. He sits on the sofa, crossing his arms. “You can have these back.” “Are you sure?” “No…I mean yes. I like them, and you, but I don’t need both if you hurt my sister.” I would’ve smiled if I weren’t two seconds away from exploding. “I’m not hurting her.” He swallows. “Promise?” “Promise.” “If you do hurt her, I’m gonna kick your ass.”
“I know your face, Nicole. No need to worship at its altar all the time.”
“Stepsisters aren’t known to get along. Have you read Cinderella?” “Boring and unrealistic.” “It’s still true about the stepsisters part. I might have thought myself a princess, but I was the villain all along.” “A gorgeous one at that.” He pauses. I pause. And it seems as if the entire plane pauses at his words. Did he just call me… “Did you just say I’m a gorgeous villain?”
“You’re the only woman I wanted with a desperation that bordered on both pleasure and pain. The only woman who drives me fucking insane but I still can’t look away from. My fixation with you made me hate all blondes because they reminded me of you. Brunettes aren’t my type, Peaches. You are. And you know what, your condition about exclusivity is bloody useless. Ever since you came back into my life, I haven’t been able to see another woman, let alone fuck her. It’s you. Only you.”
“I noticed that.” Her tone softens. “I bet you don’t even consider your penthouse a home.” “It’s just a house.” “Then where’s your home, Daniel?” Right in front of me.
“I stepped on my pride to love you. I crushed my bleeding heart, then gave it to you. All I wanted was for you to see me, to not make me invisible. All I wished for was a tiny piece of your heart, a sliver of your attention, but you never gave me that. You never fought for me as I fought for you!”
It’s hard to hate you and even harder to forget you, but loving you was the easiest thing that I’ve ever done. It was natural, inevitable, and fucking infinite.”
“Thank you for giving me a family, Dan.” “Thank you for being mine, Peaches.” Her lips meet mine and I kiss her at the sound of our son’s giggles.
