The Fine Print (Dreamland Billionaires, #1)

by Lauren Asher

I’m not signing anything before I have a chance to read the fine print.” “You’re not special enough for any fine print.”

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.

I officially need to find out what kind of woodland fairies raised this woman because there’s no way she’s a product of the real world.

No wonder everyone avoids him. He has the emotional maturity of a robot and the appeal of rush hour traffic.

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

She has the magnetism of the Bermuda Triangle, and I’m a lost plane desperate to land.

A small part of me rejoices in the fact that she doesn’t offer him a smile. Those are all mine, fuck him very much.

The simple gesture shouldn’t mean much but holding on to Zahra feels like clutching onto a lifeline.

Forget sparks. Together, we’re a raging inferno so blistering, I’m scared that I’ll burst into flames if I touch him. It’s fitting, seeing how falling for Rowan is like playing with fire. One wrong move can consume me. Ruin me. Turn me into nothing but ashes in his wake.

Love does make people helpless, but only because they willingly accept it. Because to love someone else means to trust them enough to not abuse the power they have over you.