The Fine Print (Dreamland Billionaires, #1)

by Lauren Asher

If there’s anything I hate more than funerals, it’s talking to people.

I can agree with that, I'm an awkward person on my own. So talking to people makes me extra awake and nervous, then I'm already am.

There’s a reason I prefer solitude. Small talk requires far too much effort and diplomacy for my taste.

“There’s no rest for the wicked.” “And even less for the wealthy.”

Because if there’s one lesson we learned from Seth Kane, it’s that love may come and go, but hate lasts forever.

If she’s trying to appeal to my humanity, she might die trying. People in my position don’t lead with our hearts because we would never be satisfied with something so ridiculous. We don’t seek to make the world better. We seek to make it ours.

When I was with Lance, that’s the kind of person I became comfortable being. The silent, demure type who didn’t want to make any waves because I prioritized his happiness. In the end, it was all for nothing. I gave up the person I was for a man who couldn’t handle the woman I was meant to be.

“Declan’s happy place happens to be the four walls of his home.” Cal rubs his stubbled chin. “Okay. I’ll compromise and bring Vegas to you.” “Neither of you will be my best man because I’m eloping.” Cal scoffs. “You and Rowan are so boring it’s no wonder you get along so well. Only you would skip out on a massive party to elope.”

He has the emotional maturity of a robot and the appeal of rush hour traffic.