The Pact (Winslow Brothers #2)

by Max Monroe

Truthfully, I’ve been bored—unexcited—and if there’s one thing about me that’s absolute, it’s that I don’t ever do anything with the intention of going through the motions. Sex without pleasure, words without meaning, friendship without life enrichment—it’s all frivolous. I don’t need pointless fucking, and I don’t need pointless people. Period.

“Dais, what good is having a husband if you can’t use him to run off douchebags?”