The Fine Print (Dreamland Billionaires, #1)

by Lauren Asher

I realized that I’ve been surrounded by so many happy people, yet I have never felt so alone in my life. And although my name is synonymous with the word “happiness,” I feel anything but.

There was a dark time in my life when I could relate to his comment. But I shut that part of my brain off once I realized no one could save me but myself.

Growing old is a peculiar thing because it puts everything into perspective.

love may come and go, but hate lasts forever.

“What’s your favorite part about being the director?” “The silence at the end of the workday.”

A kiss filled with so much passion, it seems like he might die if he stops.

“Hate to break it to you, but if you still remember his dick size, you’re totally still thinking about him.”

I’m broke with real money so I’m not sure if you accept Monopoly bills as currency? 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.

Me: Because life isn’t always rainbows and sunshine. Zahra: Of course not. But how can we appreciate the sun every morning if we don’t live through the dark?

our connection is weaker than the dial-up internet at the local library.”

“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.

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

“You liars are all the same. It’s amazing how no matter the circumstance, people like you find a way to justify your actions with the same cliché reason.”

“Maybe one day you’ll be open to the idea of showing the world the real you, rather than hiding behind your mask of indifference.

Life’s too short to hide who you are because you’re afraid of getting hurt.

A liar is a liar, no matter what excuse they have.

I place a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh before sliding her underwear down her legs. “Enjoying the show?” “I like how you look begging on your hands and knees.” “I don’t beg.” “Practice makes perfect.”

She pouts. “You don’t want me to help you with that problem?” “Take a man out to dinner first.” “Does my pussy count?” “Fuck.”

“Do you still want that measuring tape? I can go find one now and settle the debate.” “All good. I’m pretty sure I can feel you in my throat.”

“I found the secret to making you smile!” “What?” “Orgasms! Why didn’t I think of it sooner?!”

“We didn’t discuss labels.” “Silly me. How could you with his dick lodged in your throat.”

Every woman wants a gentleman in the streets and a beast in the sheets,” I whisper low enough so my cubicle mates don’t hear me. His eyes glint as he takes a little bow. “Pardon my mistake then. Will you do me the honor of gracing me with your presence tomorrow evening for dinner and cocktails?” “Emphasis on the cock?” I raise a brow.

“That’s okay. I’ll dream big enough for the two of us.”

“You’re so stunning that it hurts to stare at you for long periods of time.”

I turned a rich god into a beggar.

“I think you hate how much you want me. Because to care about me means you have to admit to having a heart.” I place a soft kiss against his lips. “So keep telling yourself those pretty little lies. Your secret is safe with me.”

“What’s it like to have more money than God?” “Lonely.”

“Love. Such a simple word for something so devastating.”

“Pain tests us all in different ways.”

“Patience is a virtue.” “Yeah, so is chastity, but you don’t see me practicing it.”

“Prove how much you want me.”