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“Technically, you are an intruder, but a very beautiful one. If you wanted to join me in bed, you only had to say so. No need to go to all this trouble.”
She’d obviously dressed with the intention of blending in, but she could no more blend into a crowd than a jewel could blend into mud.
I stayed there until the lump in my throat dissolved, and as droplets of water cascaded down my face, I pretended they were tears.
“I’m naming it the Sloane. Bitter at first but with a sweet aftertaste. Just like someone I know.” “You don’t know how I taste.” His smile took on a decidedly more wicked slant. “Not yet.”
“I don’t want a kiss or a one-night stand,” he said. “I want you.
I’m afraid that, if you get to know the real me, you’ll find me unlovable like everyone else, and it’ll hurt so much more because it’s you.
A four-carat heirloom diamond dazzled from her ring finger. It was the same ring Bentley had proposed to me with.
The truth always comes out when our inhibitions come down.”
“He’s toast,” I told the oblivious goldfish. “I will not rest until that man’s career is reduced to writing cat-food copy for Fast and Furriness.”
I gaped at him, sure I’d heard wrong. There was no way he was bold enough and stupid enough to say that to my face.
“You were always so calm and rational about things. You’d never throw a vase at my head. I didn’t appreciate it at the time, and I should’ve.”
“One, I would rather sleep with a leprosy-infected ogre before I ever let you touch me again. You are a disgusting, misogynist pig whose brain is inversely proportionate to the size of your giant ego, and you’re lucky I was too young when we met to know otherwise. Two, Georgia has many faults, but she and every other woman who’s unlucky enough to cross your path deserves better than you. I hope the next time she throws a vase at you, she doesn’t miss. Three, Xavier is ten times the man you could ever hope to be. He’s smarter, kinder, and better in bed.”
“News flash, Bentley, you’re not the sex god you think you are. Your technique is shit, and you couldn’t find a clit if the woman drew you a map and marked it with a giant X.”
She was so fucking beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. I wondered if she knew that.
I wondered if I’d upended her life the way she had mine, to the point where the pieces would no longer fit if she weren’t there, because she wasn’t a pit stop; she was the destination.
My fingers touched my cheeks. They were dry. I blinked, and the world was clear. Of course it was. Disappointment and relief amplified the pressure crowding my chest.
And I wondered, my mind flipping from the first time we’d met in her office to this moment right here, right now, just how in the hell I’d fallen in love with Sloane Kensington.
It’d been the only bright spot of my week.
Xavier definitely arranged for that I will bed you 9/10 it was him
“Luna is short for mi luna. My moon. Because no matter how dark the nights got, you were always there, shining so brightly that I always found my way through.”
