An Offer From a Gentleman (Bridgertons, #3)

by Julia Quinn

“You leave me no choice, then,” he stated grimly. Her eyes met his. “Either you come with me to London, and—” He held up a silencing hand when she tried to protest. “And I will find you a position in my mother’s household,” he added pointedly. “Or?” she asked, her voice sullen. “Or I will have to inform the magistrate that you have stolen from me.” Her mouth abruptly tasted like acid. “You wouldn’t,” she whispered. “I certainly don’t want to.” “But you would.” He nodded. “I would.” “They’d hang me,” she said. “Or send me to Australia.” “Not if I requested otherwise.” “And what would you request?” His brown eyes looked strangely flat, and she suddenly realized that he wasn’t enjoying the conversation any more than she was. “I would request,” he said, “that you be released into my custody.”

Bro benedict SUUUUCKS FUCK U FUCKER

But now there was Sophie, and she did things to him. Things he hadn’t felt since her. He was sick of pining for a woman who practically didn’t exist. Sophie was here, and Sophie would be his. And, he thought with grim determination, Sophie was not going to leave him. “I can live with you hating me,” he said to the closed door. “I just can’t live without you.”

Ew you gross fuck

But the woman from the masquerade had become barely more than a mirage. Hell, he didn’t even know her name. And Sophie was here. He couldn’t marry her, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be together. It would mean compromise, mostly on her part, he admitted. But they could do it. And they’d certainly be happier than if they remained apart.

Twat

He was still furious with Sophie for her deception, but neither was he without blame. He shouldn’t have demanded that Sophie be his mistress. It had certainly been his right to ask, but it had also been her right to refuse. And once she had done so, he should have let her be.

Duh idiot

“She is nothing but a whore,” Araminta hissed. “Her mother was a whore, and blood runs—urp!” Benedict had her by the throat before anyone was even aware that he had moved. “Don’t,” he warned, “make me hit you.”

My GOD

“Explain? Yes, I do. I should never have pressed the issue once you refused my offer. It was unfair of me to ask, especially when we both knew that I would eventually be expected to marry. I would die before sharing you. How could I ask you to do the same?”

Turd