The Fine Print (Dreamland Billionaires, #1)

by Lauren Asher

To the girls who dream of meeting a prince but end up falling for the misunderstood villain.

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

It’s like she shits sprinkles and consumes rainbows for sustenance. I’m not sure what kind of fairy tale forest she was raised in, but no one can be this optimistic about everything.

“You better have a massive dick to back up that attitude or else people will be mighty disappointed.” “Care to bring out a ruler and test your theory?” “I left my magnifying glass at home, so maybe tomorrow.” I’m pretty sure the angel on my shoulder has left the building. Something shifts between us. His eyes darken as they assess me. I’m not sure if he wants to choke me, fire me, or fuck me into submission. “Are you always this impossible?” “I don’t know. Are you always this much of an asshole?” One second he’s scowling at me and the next his lips are slamming into mine.

He’s the Devil, Zahra. Well, that explains why Eve fell for his tricks. If the Devil looked half as good as Rowan, I’d eat the damn apple too. Screw the consequences.

“Take a breath. I’m not in the mood to call an ambulance when you pass out and crack your head open.” “How dare I consider for a second that you would catch me before that happens.” “That requires caring and I’m fresh out of fucks to give.”

Because life isn’t always rainbows and sunshine.

Of course not. But how can we appreciate the sun every morning if we don’t live through the dark?

“I thought you didn’t care?” “Hmm. Maybe I found some fucks to give after all.”

Kissing Zahra is like reaching heaven after an eternity spent in purgatory.

She’s divine with enough wickedness to make a sinner like me want to pray in devotion.

“If I had a heart to give, it would be all yours. Free of cost.” My spine tingles, and it has nothing to do with his hand running down my back. I want to tell him he has a heart, but the words get stuck in my throat. So instead, I soak in whatever kind of affection Rowan is willing to share.

I want that kind of love with Rowan. The one that is as passionate as a wildfire and as long-lasting as a gem.

For her smile, I’d do just about anything.

Because if she’s not happy, I’ll ruin whatever stole her smile, myself included.

Zahra’s it for me. I know it with everything in me, and my intuition has never been wrong before. There’s nothing in the world I’ll find more beautiful than her. Not the sun. Not the moon. Not even the entire galaxy compares to the light she radiates wherever she goes.