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“That’s for my grandma, dick.” “Bro, none of your grandparents are still alive.”
I don’t need luck, just the help of four men, who are probably going to be enough pains in my ass that I’ll need the hemorrhoid cream next.
“Yeah? What’s he doing for us?” Slade asks, his question directed at his brother, yet his dark eyes stay glued to me. “Oh,” I say, holding up a finger for them to hang on. I twist around until I find a piece of paper and pen on an end table, write the letters I, O, U on it, and hand it to him. He looks at the paper with bewilderment, turning his glare back up to me.
“First off, don't write on people’s shit. Secondly, you’re fucking kidding me, right? We don’t need you.”
Ruby berates him while I smack him upside the head, which wrings out a snort from the girl sitting next to me.
“You do stink,”
“You’re supposed to say I smell like flowers.” “Baby, there are flowers out there that smell like straight ass. So sure, you smell like those flowers.”
“My birthday is September 7th,”
nothing is awkward between us. If you need me to pluck a butthole hair, I’ll do it.”
“Or you know, pop an ingrown hair on your vagina.”
“Your pussy is a delicacy, baby, and I could eat it forever and never grow tired of the taste of you. Is that refined enough?”
“My entire world revolves around you. If you want mint chocolate chip, then
that’s what I want, too,” he had said.
“Do you even like it?” “I like you, doe...
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“I hope you don’t mind my henchmen and me staying for a bit,” she says. “There’s more?” I ask Zade, turning to him with pinched brows. He sighs. “Some people say they’re not real, but they are,” Sibel explains, not looking the least bit ashamed of admitting she sees people that others can’t see. Zade meets my stare, a grin on his face.
“You really want to cause mass extinction for those names? Moan them, little mouse, I dare you. Whichever ones you choose, not a single man by that name will fucking exist anymore. How about we start with Chad? We can definitely live without the Chads in the world.” My mouth pops open. “That is so… excessive.”
can fucking cook.
“Sibby!” I shout exasperatedly. “Stop taking your clothes off, we are not having a fucking orgy!”
"I may own every breath in your body, but make no mistake, Adeline, you own mine, too. I am yours to command. To bend and break. To mold and manipulate. Do you think that makes me weak? Or do you think I'm strong enough to admit that even though my body can physically live on without you, I would never get my fucking soul back?” His hand slides into my hair and fists the strands tightly. "Without you, I will shatter. But with you, I am indestructible."
may own every breath in your body, but make no mistake, Adeline, you own mine, too. I am yours to command. To bend and break. To mold and manipulate. Do you think that makes me weak? Or do you think I'm strong enough to admit that even though my body can physically live on without you, I would never get my fucking soul back?” His hand slides into my hair and fists the strands tightly. "Without you, I will shatter. But with you, I am indestructible."
“What you’ve forgotten is that the heart beating inside your chest isn’t fucking yours,” he snarls. “It’s mine. And if my heart has stopped working, then pull that trigger, little mouse. Kill the rest of me. I’m nothing if I’m not the reason you breathe.”
“Which one do you think is tastiest?” Sibby asks, bouncing on her toes with excitement and restlessness. I curl my lip in disgust, wrinkling my nose. “Don’t be gross. We’re not cannibals.”
She slaps her hand over my mouth, and she might as well have stuck a lightning rod up my ass—I’m so goddamn shocked. “Shh, baby,” she whispers, a slight grin curling her lips. Fuck. Her.
Asshole jumped through hoops to get me, now he has to suffer through a long life of having me.
When he spots me, he pauses just briefly before sighing. “You’re still up.” “And you’re hiding from me,” I retort. He chuckles humorlessly. “I’m a stalker, baby. I’ve always hidden from you.” “Stop it,” I snap.
It’s a white gold band shaped in a vine with tiny white jewels encrusted into it. The band forms into a rose made up of bright red rubies.
