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never wanted to be one of those girls who breaks up and makes up with the same guy over and over again. I really thought I was stronger than that, but Sean McCall has had a hold on me since freshman year at Briar University.
When I told him I was done before I stormed out of his frat house, I’d meant it. I am done. This is our fourth breakup in three years.
The last piece of advice my mom gave me before she died was to never give up on love.
Fuckity fuck.
Barfing
“Garrett says you can stay at his place this weekend. Dean and Tuck will both be there, so if Sean figures out where you went and drops by, they’ll kick him to the curb.” The murmur of voices fills the background again. “You can sleep in Garrett’s room,” she adds.
laugh. “Thanks for the heads-up. But are you sure it’s cool? I don’t want to impose.” “S’all good, sweetheart.
Ew garrett calling his girlfriends best friend "sweetheart" gives me the icky
Day one of my Sean-free existence has officially commenced.
I’d like to say that this dirty little threesome of ours is a new experience for me, or that the manwhore label my hockey teammates have slapped me with has been an exaggeration. But it’s not, and the label is spot-on. I like to fuck. I fuck a lot. So sue me.
Logan: Keep your dick in your pants. G and I aren’t in the mood to beat you senseless if you try something. Wellsy might be in the mood for violence, though. So: dick = pants = don’t bother our guest.
“You screw around in public. All the time. Why do you care if I’m in the house?” She looks thoughtful. “Unless going up to your room is the issue. Hannah said you always fool around in the living room. What’s the deal with that? Do you have bedbugs or something?” I grit my teeth. “No.” “Then why don’t you want to do your naked stuff up there?” “Because—” I halt, the scowl returning to my face. “It’s none of your business.
“I’m just popping upstairs to jerk it and then I’ll join you.” “Okay, I think I’m in the mood for—wait, what?”
“Ugh. You even have perfect nipples,” I gripe.
Who says this? Im cringing
I snort. “Right. Because you’re not already conceited enough.” “I’m confident,” he corrects. “Conceited.” “Confident.”
Dean is beaming as he passes it over. “That’s my girl. But don’t tell Wellsy. She’ll kick my ass if she thinks I’m corrupting her best friend.”
snatch the joint from his hand and inhale deeply. Too deeply, because I start coughing like crazy on the exhale. My eyes water for a moment, and when my vision clears, I find serious green eyes watching me carefully. “What did he do?” Dean demands in a low voice. “And
I lloooooved a good "what did he do"
Me and Garrett can handle our own in a fight, but if you want some bone-crushing, we can unleash Logan on him.”
God, even the way he walks is arrogant. And he looks good doing it.
“You’re going about this the wrong way, you know. The best way to get over someone is to hook up with someone else. ASAP.” His words jolt me out of my butt ogling. “I’m not ready to be with anyone else yet.” “Sure you are. Seriously, just find yourself a rebound.” Dean whips up his arm. “I volunteer as tribute.”
I definitely won’t be doing it with Dean, though. Nope, I’d rather find a saddle that hasn’t already been ridden by every girl at Briar.
“Wanna make out?” he asks hopefully. “Nope.” “I’m a really good kisser…” He leaves that hanging as if to entice me. “Ha. That just means you’re not. Every time a guy says he’s a good kisser, he sucks.”
He lifts his eyebrows. “I’ll have you know, your friend Wellsy loved kissing me.”
It’s horrible. It’s loud. Oh God. I’m so hungover.
I slept with Dean last night. Twice.
Heyward-Di Laurentises don’t become professional athletes. They become lawyers. Next fall I’ll be attending Harvard Law like every other member of my family.
After last night’s performance, Allie Hayes proved that she’s fully capable of leaving her mark on a man. Jesus. That girl can fuck.
Not only did I seduce him, but I tied him up and rode him like he was my own personal amusement park ride. I’m such a slut.
The show only had a two-month run, but it was a huge success. Since then, I’ve received a ton of offers to read for more dramatic roles, both on stage and for television.
Background Allie acting career lore
I check the screen, and for a second I think it’s Dean calling, until I do a double take and realize it’s an S, not a D.
Her throaty cries run through my head on a perverted, boner-inducing loop, and I grip the towel rack with one hand as a groan slips out. The toothbrush in my mouth falls into the sink.
can be a selfish bastard at times, but I hadn’t done anything wrong back then, damn it. Miranda and I had been on the same page…until suddenly we weren’t. But I guess it doesn’t matter who was in the wrong, does it? Because it’s pretty fucking clear that Frank O’Shea is never going to forgive me for what went down between me and his daughter.
Summer is two years younger than me, but she gives me a run for my money when it comes to grabbing life by the horns and seizing the day and all that crap. I’m surprised our parents haven’t disowned her yet.
The one and only time I demanded money from my dad, he turned around and donated my entire college fund to a charity for underprivileged kids. Then he made me clerk at his firm for the whole summer to earn it all back.
Dean. The guy is a player to the extreme. Not only is he not relationship material, but I doubt he could even commit to a fling.
The guy has the attention span of a fruit fly, and the affection-giving habits of a puppy, offering his sexual devotion to whoever happens to be holding the treat. By which I mean the vagina.
It’s like my equipment just stopped working. Come on, Little Dean, help me out,
“Aw, come on. I don’t bite.” “Yes you do.” Those green eyes twinkle. “You’re right. I do.”
My full name’s Dean Sebastian Kendrick Heyward-Di Laurentis.”
“Sebastian is my grandfather on my dad’s side. Kendrick is on my mom’s.”
ffs.
Does this stand for something? Idk
“So Robbie hangs around the arena until his mom shows up?” Ellis nods. “I arranged it with Julia at the start of the season. I stick around after practice, watch him and his sister until she gets here.”
I think it’s hella creepy when a sixty-year-old man dates an eighteen-year-old girl.
I notice most of the players are grinning at one guy in particular, who I’ve seen before at some of the hockey parties Hannah dragged me to. I think his name is Colin, but I usually hear him being referred to as either Fitz or Fitzy.
“Water?” Dean mocks after the waitress dashes off. “You sure you don’t want anything else, baby doll? Maybe…hmm…how about tequila? I always pegged you for a tequila girl.”
Dean is already insanely attractive to begin with, but when he’s turned on? He’s absolutely spectacular.
Him: Next time you put on a show like that for me, you better fucking be naked.
won’t be getting any sleep until I take care of business. “U and UR Hand” is proving to be a prophetic song choice.
“I like the idea of getting caught.” The groan escapes before I can corral it. Dean’s raspy confession isn’t part of the fantasy—it’s one hundred percent real life.
he’d followed the first part with, “And once I get caught, I like being watched.”
Dean crosses his arms over his broad chest. “Nuh-uh. If you want me, come and get me.”
“What, you think I invited you over so I could fuck with you?” I offer a saucy smile. “Sweetie, I invited you over so I could fuck you. Period.”
