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If I’m being honest, I’ve never known what to make of the guy. He’s cocky, flirtatious… Superficial. I feel like an ass for thinking it, but I can’t deny that’s what comes to mind whenever I see Dean.
Goddamn Allie. I told her I wanted her again, and she’d hung up on me. That doesn’t happen to me—ever. I’m Dean Di Laurentis, for fuck’s sake.
I have this terrible habit of wanting to make everyone happy, even if it means sacrificing my own happiness.
“Hey there, baby doll.” He flashes a grin and barrels his way inside. “Wellsy said you were sulking, so I stopped by to turn your frown upside down.”
Dean is already insanely attractive to begin with, but when he’s turned on? He’s absolutely spectacular.
Sure, it’s flattering to be on the receiving end of all that heady sexual energy. What woman doesn’t like feeling desirable? But I’d be an idiot if I believed even for a second that I’m the only woman Dean Di Laurentis is flashing those bedroom eyes at.
I love her shamelessness, how she’s up for anything and completely unapologetic about it. Just like me.
With Allie, I just assumed it was exclusive. I wouldn’t dream of playing games with Wellsy’s best friend.
I haven’t thought about anyone else since Allie bulldozed her way into my bed that first night. Which is disconcerting. I figured that if we hooked up enough times, I’d eventually get her out of my system, but this girl turns me on something fierce.
I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever get her out of my system.
“You heard I was at the bar with another chick, and you got jealous. How am I doing so far?” I clench my jaw. “Then you freaked out because you got jealous, right? Am I still nailing this?” When I don’t answer, he locks my chin in his hand. “What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?
If your whole life is centered on one thing—one person—whatcha going to be left with if that person goes away? Absolutely nothing.”
Yeah, she rocks my world. And I’m going to return the favor.
All my senses are filled with her—her sounds, her smell, her touch. Her.
“The only one of Logan’s crazy acronyms I live my life by—STAG.” His mouth stretches in a broad smile. “Stand there and grind.” Laughter bubbles out of my throat, turning into a shriek of delight when Dean hauls me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on tight as he carries me to the dance floor.
He clicks the remote, and I gasp when the opening credits of Solange flash on the largest screen I’ve ever seen outside a movie theater. “How is this on?” I exclaim. “I called ahead before we left Briar and asked the concierge to track down season two for us.”
I kiss him back hungrily, helpless to resist him. Dean Di Laurentis is in my blood now. I didn’t expect the intense sexual chemistry between us, but it’s here, and it’s addictive, and I don’t know how I can ever give it up.
“Can you do something for me?” “Anything,” she says instantly. “Just tell me what you need.” “Can you…” I speak through the tight lump in my throat. “Can you call Dean and ask him to come over?”
“You want me to call Dean.” “Yes.” “Dean Di Laurentis?” “Yes.” I lick my dry lips, which are salty from my tears. Tears that won’t fucking stop falling. “Please…just call him. I…” I feel my entire face collapsing again. “I need him.”
“Where is she?” I muscle my way past Garrett before he can even fully open the door.
“You should’ve heard the way he was shouting her. Calling her a slut and saying she has STDs—” What the fuck? Fury sizzles up my spine, ripped from my throat in the form of a menacing growl. “Get out of my way,” I tell Hannah.
I burst into Allie’s bedroom, then skid to a stop when I find her curled up on the bed. She lifts her head at my entrance, and the desolate look in her big blue eyes shreds my heart to pieces. “Baby,” I say softly.
I spin on my heel and proceed to slam the door in Hannah’s and Garrett’s astonished faces. They don’t exist to me right now. Only Allie does, and I’m on the bed before she can blink, drawing her into my arms and cocooning her in them.
“I’m not sure I can do this anymore.” Fuck. “It’s too confusing. Sleeping with you when we’re not actually together—” “We’re together,” I bite out.
“Jesus. I can’t believe you got the drop on me like that. You’re lucky I love you, babe. If any other girl had done this to me—” “You love me?” I blurt out.
“Allie…” His voice is husky. “Mmm?” I rock my hips against our hands. “I love you.”
I don’t know where the heck he’s taking me, but I’m happy to let him. I’d follow Dean Di Laurentis to the ends of the earth.
Girl me too
“I thought you said you didn’t want to salsa dance. And Dean Di Laurentis only does what he wants, remember?” He shrugs. “I am doing what I want.” My eyebrows knit together as I wait for him to clarify. “I’m making you happy.”
I’ve decided that Dean can’t wallow in grief forever. At some point, he’ll find a way to pull out of this tailspin he’s caught in, and when that happens, I don’t want him looking around and discovering that he lost something important to him.
I pushed away the most important person in my life last night. It floors me how, in three short months, that’s what Allie Hayes has become. She’s everything to me.
Because I will do anything that woman asks. I’d sell my soul to the devil himself if Allie told me to do it.
I could never figure it out. Roses and strawberries. Two completely different fragrances, yet somehow, when combined, they work. They’re Allie.
“It’s not for me,” he explains. “It’s for your dad. I know you don’t want to be away from him. So I figured instead of you giving up your dream to stay on the East Coast with him, you keep the dream and he comes to the West Coast with you.”
shut the fuck up 😫😫😫
Me, I’m just happy in general, because I’m in love with the greatest girl in the world, and the greatest girl in the world is in love with me.
