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Here’s my list of rules to never, ever let an asshole walk all over me again.
1. No falling in love.
2. Break their heart before they break yours.
3. And most importantly, never give him head.
Are my morals worth twenty dollars?
Twenty-three dollars, to be exact. Ah fuck it, morals are for the weak.
My date fainted while he was inside me.
His exact excuse was It’s no big deal; sometimes I pass out when I get too excited.
“Well, dear, I know I don’t have to tell you, but being disappointed by men, especially ones who believe they’re smarter than you, is the unfortunate part of being a woman.”
“But if I can give you one piece of advice—if you ever settle down, find someone who puts you first. Or, at the very least, supports your dreams as much as their own.”
He looks as he did when I saw him five months ago: a clean, sharp jawline with dimpled cheeks and the familiar round, almost liquid-brown eyes lined with thick, dark lashes.
Women frequently describe him as dreamy, drop-dead gorgeous, and irresistible. I’d be a fool to disagree.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. “Oh, hello, Nico. It’s so nice to see you after all this time. I’ve missed you tremendously. Give me a kiss.”
“How have you been, princesa?”
Despite the teasing insinuation that I’m high-maintenance, I kind of like it. There’s nothing wrong with having standards. There’s also absolutely nothing wrong with packing two overnight bags filled with skincare for a weekend-long getaway.
“At least tell me who you picked?” My eyes widen with mischief. “What makes you think I had to pick?” “You are something else.”
“You’re in town for the first time in months, and you’re already going on a date?” Nico drapes himself against the back of the stool. “Jealous?” “Impressed.”
“Let’s do some shots.” Practically Nico’s catchphrase.
I sit on the bar top in front of Nico. His arms are closed around me. His abs press against my bare knees.
We watch each other, peering through a silent stretch as if we’re both looking for something. Something we can’t have.
“I got you.”
“We already agreed that we shouldn’t.” His eyes track from my mouth to my gaze and back. “I know.” But as we break away, it’s hard to remember why.
Leave it up to Avery Soko and Luca Navarro to exchange vows in one of the most romantic places in the world.
Avery begins but is interrupted as the French doors swing open, and Molly, my roommate, who also happens to be Avery’s assistant, slips in through the doors.
The fact that Molly comes from a long line of billionaires was the news of the millennium.
“It was either this or a weekend at my parents’ On Cloud Nine resort in Arizona, but I wasn’t sure if your future husband would implode from all the required meditating.”
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“Lily, get over here. You’re family too.” Avery waves to me to join them.
“Oh my god, can I join?” Renée, Nico’s date—whom he met on his flight here from New York—pushes her chair back, almost stumbling to the floor.
But even pure emotions easily spoil when someone takes advantage of a feeling as selfless as love. Which is precisely why I keep my little stories tucked safely between the pages of my books.
“Lily’s anything but nice.” “What?” My eyes bounce from Nico to Eloisa. His mom turns to me. “I told my son he should date someone nice like you. Especially if you can keep him in check when he goes radio silent while he’s traveling.”
There’s not a single person, animal, alien, or living thing that can deny it: Lily Rodin is absolutely fucking gorgeous.
Truthfully, no part of her body compares to her achingly beautiful face.
It would be a crime to not appreciate an untouchable goddess.
“Beautiful,” I say.
Fucking hell, she somehow gets prettier every time I see her up close.
She glances back toward the ocean when I join her. “It is.” “I meant you.”
“And that’s why I like you, Nico—” “You like me, huh?”
I smile wickedly, tipping my head toward her. We’re inches from touching. A gust of wind would cause her to tumble into me—if the elements decided to play favorites.
“But you should take some kind of break. If I remember correctly, summer looks really good on you.” “Only summer?” I chuckle. “You, Lily, are the muse behind every season.”
The way her gaze slips off the obsidian sky and down my bare torso tells an entirely different story. Watching her fight wanting me has never felt so sweet.
Above us, silver streaks dance across the sky like arrows, one after the other. I lean close to her ear to whisper, “Make a wish.” To my surprise, Lily practically sews her eyes shut and purses her lips. The slope of her petite nose wrinkles in concentration.
“For you, princesa, I’d be on my knees, eternally at your service.”
I fight to leave pieces of me here in the imprint of my fingers on her ass. Pieces of me there in the bite marks across her neck. In her hair, between the lines of her palms, in her mouth’s succulent warmth.
“From him, I’d have expected this, but from you, Lily? This is disappoin—” She doesn’t let him finish. “Sorry, Dad.”
I kissed Nico Navarro. I kissed my best friend’s new brother. That was her word. Brother.
“Lily. Fucking. Rodin.” “Nico.” She smiles, as though this were a regular Monday morning, and she isn’t in the process of boarding my flight to Brazil.
“What made you decide to come?” “All the flights to the East Coast were canceled. Apparently, some kind of freak storm started last night.” “So, you thought, fuck it, let’s go on a trip with Nico. Doesn’t sound like you.”
“No nicknames. No touching. No grinning, and most definitely no winking.”
This just in: your favorite seductress dropped everything and ran off with the best man at her BFF’s wedding.
