Roommate Arrangement (Divorced Men's Club, #1)

by Saxon James

“To everyone subscribed, this is the page for my husband, Kyle Rousle, and despite being married for five years now, I’ve only just found out it exists. So thank you for subscribing to two years’ worth of evidence of my husband cheating on me.” I rattle off his phone number. “Feel free to give him a piece of your mind or to arrange hookups, but now that he’s single, it might not be as hot for him. Also, he chews with his mouth open, talks like an obnoxious monkey, and apparently has issues with commitment.” I wink. “Real catch.”

The DMC is a safe space. If a guy needs to vent, he can vent. If he needs pointers for dating again, we’ve got him. A lot of splits result in friends taking sides, and it’s usually always the man who’s the bad guy—or for queer couples, there’s always one on the outer. We’re friends, we’re a listening ear, and we’re motherfucking cheerleaders when our boys find love again. Maybe you won’t need that at all.

This isn’t a failure. This is an opportunity.

Sometimes we have to cut the shit out of our lives in order to level up to our best selves.”

I eye Griffin. He’s the more serious out of us all,

the kind of presence that demands attention and an attitude to match.

His face is lined in a friendly way, and he looks rough around the edges, but is the biggest sweetheart I’ve ever met.

I’m … well, the laid-back one out of us all.

Shit, he makes me weak.

I’m going to spend the rest of the night going over and over it in my head, trying to work out what I should have said.” “Really?” His gaze slides over me. “Why?” “I can’t help it.” “But it won’t make a difference.” “I don’t do it because I think it will make a difference, I do it because I like to torture myself with all the ways I could have been better, funnier, sounded smarter or more interesting. I work out everything I would change if I could.”

You want the companionship, without the pressure to be social.”

My brain is wired today. Hopped up on overthinking

“You deserved better.”

“You deserve so much more than that loser could ever give you,”

“It’s the world I wish we lived in.”

CALLING IT RIGHT NOW THE LOVE INTEREST IN HIS BOOK IS BASED OFF OF PAYNE

“Wait. Stop. You want me to color in your tattoos?” Why is my brain struggling with this so much? “The ones on your skin? You want me to touch the tattoos on your skin?”

“People judge me when I say this, but when you get to know a character really well, they take on their own life in your head, so when you try to force them to do something they don’t want to, it doesn’t work out great.”

When Beau surges forward. His mouth is on mine before I can react.

“I have a teeny, tiny crush on you.”

Yep. Just like that, I’m in love.

Nothing friendlier than a suck and fuck.

when Beau looks up at me … no one has ever looked at me like that before. As though I’m important. Wanted. Needed, even.

“Well, cheers to that.” I reach over and take the glass of wine that he’s poured. “To having no life?” “Exactly.” We tap our glasses together.

“I never thought about it like that. Whenever I picture finding someone, I dunno, the whole sharing your life seems … nice.”

“It’s also nice to … to have someone who …” I take a deep breath. “Who gets me. It’s nice to not feel completely hopeless some of the time.”

“This was nothing.” “To you, maybe.”

“Sometimes I think you could get anything out of me.”

Beau is a good guy. A seriously good, pure guy. And it’s just occurring to me now exactly how far out of my league he is.

“Nope. You’re not in charge of the way I feel. That’s up to me.

He makes me feel so soft and happy,

You’re the most perfectly un-normal person I’ve ever met.

Beau is … perfectly un-normal, which makes him fucking perfect to me.

Payne: That’s the problem. I know he’d settle for whatever I could give him, but I don’t want Beau to settle. Ever. Orson: HOLY SHIT PAYNE’S IN LOVE <3

“I’m not. Being angry at you gives you a right to my feelings, and … I’ve decided you don’t have that right anymore.”

You deserve everything and more.

“You’re mine?” I murmur against his lips. Payne nods. “Just … promise you won’t hurt me.” “I couldn’t. Ever. Not even if I tried.” I bury my fingers in his hair. “You’re perfect. I’ll remind you of that every day.”