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She says she hates the man, but she still wants to look her b...
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Caroline can be a bit naïve sometimes or else she wouldn’t think I’d be able to keep this door shut when Mateo is right outside. It’s not like he’ll dutifully stay put.
He might be acting patient with her, but he’ll bring the thing down if she refuses to see him, and I kind of need my door.
“Mateo. Do come in, though I don’t think you need the invitation.”
“I actually do.”
“Are you a vampire, a...
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“No, just a well-mannered Italian around my w...
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He narrows his eyes and I narrow mine back before...
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“I’ll get out of your hair for about thirty minut...
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“Do us all a favor and either convince her you’re innocent or just let her go. Either way, please stop using my s...
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“Noted.” He nods once and enters as if he has...
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Shaking my head, I shove my feet into my nearest comfy shoes, grab my...
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But freezing is a better poison than witnessing Mateo and Callie’s repetitive fights.
but Mateo will probably throw them over the balcony if they interrupt his sacred wife time.
I pass by a boutique that’s showcasing a beautiful dress with vanilla orchid motif and don’t think twice before I go inside and buy it.
I ask the lady to wrap it and send it to Gwen...
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My lips pull in a smile at the remembrance of how she said hi.
My daughter told her asshole father to tell me hi. Not to exaggerate, but I didn’t sleep at all that night.
And fine, maybe some of that had to do with how I kept tingling due to ...
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My head hits a disgustingly warm surface—another person’s body—and stars form behind my eyes when a man punches me in the face.
The need to dissolve into the ground is far greater than my will to live,
and I haven’t dealt with that trauma or any of the other traumas in my life.
Kingsley’s mansion.
“This isn’t my apartment…” “This is the address you gave me. Do you want me to take you someplace else?”
“No, thank…you…” I shove a few bills in his hand and practically wrench myself out of the car.
Then my legs decide it’s as good a time as any to abandon me.
I’m ready to slam against the ground, but I fall straight into warm arms.
“Aspen?” His hard face stares down at me with a frown that’s as d...
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And it shouldn’t make me feel safe. Or peaceful. Or fucking ...
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“I…had nowhere else to go…”
I don’t realize the gravity of my confession when the darkness finally whisks me away.
I pace the length of the room where Aspen lies on the bed like a broken beauty.
I’ve opened and closed my Zippo so many times and with zero gentleness that I’m surprised the thing doesn’t break.
It all happened when I came back from my evening jog, suppressing the need to commit arson on Susan’s house,
saw Aspen hobbling by the front gate in a state that would give zombies a run for their money.
It’s not a secret that I become neurotic, high-functioning, and a special flavor of dick whenever I meet the plastic monster in court.
So imagine my surprise when the woman behind said frustration was playing an apocalypse survivor by my front gate.
The doctor, a family one who’s always just a call away, showed up to examine her last night and said she was physically assaulted.
“No shit, Sherlock. I can see that,” I to...
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One. Aspen was beaten. Two. The doctor was touching her.
my chest squeezing for the first time since…Gwen fell from her bike and hit her knee when she was fucking ten.
If he’d touched her one more time, he’d be floating in the pool as we speak.
Then she went into a boutique and came out empty-handed but with a girlish smile.
This woman is stronger than the universe and its aliens, a fact that has always infuriated me yet fascinated me in equal measure, so to see her battered is weird.
The dress is bloody, too, but the chances of removing it and remaining sane were below zero. So I left it intact.
“Morning, sunshine,” I say with no warmth whatsoever, flipping my Zippo open.
“Now that you’re out of your Sleeping Beauty phase, mind telling me what, and I can’t stress this enough, the fuck happened?”
“Wait…where am I?”
“In my house, previously known as Black Valley Manor before I sued the state to have the liberty of stripping the pretentious name and won, obviously. You showed up here with bruises the size of Texas, remember?”
