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“I can’t wait. It’s about time your vagina got some love.”
“Leave my vagina alone.” “Honey, everyone has left your vagina alone for the past year. Your fault, by the way.” “You’re fired as my best friend.”
That was him. The first—and only—man she’d ever loved. The one who broke her heart. The one she thought she’d never see again. Blake Ryan.
Lets gooooo
Get your shit together, man.
Say yes. God, if she says yes, I will never ask you for anything else ever again. Except maybe for a team other than the Patriots to win the Super Bowl, but I’m willing to negotiate on that front.
She wasn’t in love with Blake anymore. You needed trust for love, and he’d lost hers long ago.
“He’s up to something. Be careful,” Olivia warned. “The boy is your kryptonite. Don’t do anything stupid.”
Of loveeeeee …<3
Blake followed her gaze to where a little elephant figurine sat next to his alarm clock.
Stop it. He kept it
Her relationship with Blake had proved fairy-tale love existed in real life, but it also proved that every fairy tale had a dark side, that happily-ever-afters sometimes came with less-than-happy epilogues, and that the One Big Love could crush your heart as easily as they stole it.
Farrah was ice, but he was fire, melting her down inch by inch.
“Hmm. One of those.” She side-eyed him. “What do you mean, one of those?”
“Downtown snob.” “You live in the West Village!”
“You’re an asshole.”
“No need to glare at me like you’re planning my murder just because I took longer than usual. It’s packed.”
“Sorry, I didn’t realize we were back in middle school.”
“I listen to people cry, dispense invaluable life advice, and supply them with alcohol to numb their pain. I’m a goddamned saint.”
“I’ll one-up you with the way he nearly tore my head off for just talking to her at the Egret a few weeks ago.”
“All I ever wanted was to make my dad proud. Even in the moments when I resented him, even when I mailed copies of my Forbes and New York Times features to him out of spite, hoping to get a rise out of him, I wanted him to look at me and say, ‘Son, I’m proud of you.’ He never did and probably never will, yet I still hope.”
Storming out of his parents’ house with Cleo, despite the thundering rain and hazardous driving conditions. Not seeing the deer in the road until it was too late. The car skidding out of control and wrapping itself around a tree.
That examples alot now
“Let me be crystal clear: I’ve never paid for sex and I never will, directly or indirectly. Don’t think I need to concoct a plan as elaborate or expensive as hiring you—at three times your rate—to get what, as you so astutely pointed out, we both want.”
“You should be glad I’m such an understanding boss,” Blake grumbled. “Otherwise, I would’ve fired you a long time ago.”
“Finish that sentence and your face will meet my fist,” Blake growled.
“One day, J, someone will hand your ass to you and you’ll deserve every second of it,”
“You turned down sex with her?” Justin’s voice sliced between them. “What is wrong with you?”
“My shift ended ten minutes ago. I’m staying for shits and giggles.”
“Uh, yeah. That’s your golden ticket, man.”
“You get it, right? Back me up here because our man is thicker than a concrete wall. I can’t believe he’s a successful businessman.”
“Screw you,” Blake said. “I’m ten times better at fucking than you are.” “You wish, Ryan. I’ve sampled every zip code in Manhattan and most in Brooklyn, and I’ve had no complaints.”
This is true friendship
“But unless you both want to whip out your dicks for a measuring contest in the middle of a bar,
I love this so much
Blake, J’s right. It’s easier to turn something into something than nothing into something.” He frowned. “That made sense, right?”
It should be illegal for guys to keep their good looks after they break a girl’s heart.
“This is a $10,000 Hastens mattress.” “$10,000?” His shock rippled down his spine. “That’s obscene.”
“Judging by Farrah’s blush and Olivia’s glare, our girl has boned Blake Ryan recently.”
“That’s going to be tough considering my best friend insists on tangoing with the devil.”
“Don’t you know?” Blake’s voice cracked with regret. “It broke my heart too. Because everything I said that night was a lie. I didn’t stop loving you. I never stopped loving you.”
“I’m sick of living in the past, and there’s something inside me that can’t let you go, no matter how hard I try.”
“We don’t have to date or do anything you don’t want to do. But if you want sex, I’ll
make you come so hard you won’t be able to see straight. If you want somebody to talk to after a shitty day, I’ll be your listening board. If you want someone to cook you a nice meal…well, I’m not a great cook, but I’m great at ordering delivery.” He smiled when Farrah choked out a laugh. “The point is, I’ll be anything you need me to be. A friend with the full suite of benefits, so to speak. The only thing I ask in return is for you not to shut me out.”
“Just so you know,” Olivia told Blake, “if you hurt Farrah again, I’ll string you up by your balls and drop
you in the middle of an ax-throwing competition.”
“I wasn’t kidding when I said you have what it takes to go it on your own. Fuck these studios who aren’t smart enough to hire you. They’re a few knives short of a full set, and you’re better off without ’em.
There’ll never be a day when you wake up and see a flashing neon sign that says, ‘This is the day to go for it.’ You have to make that choice on your own.”
“The point is, you faced one of your biggest fears and punched it in its ugly face. You can do that again. Whatever your fear is or however far you fall—you’ll survive. And I’ll be there to catch you.”
Stop being cute!!
“He sounds like he’s changed and wants to make things work. Besides, you were so smitten with him. Maybe this is your second chance.”
“BOB. Battery Operated Boyfriend. Last name: Vibrator.
IM DEAD HAHAHAHA
“Now we know why he got that promotion.”
Ewwwww
“Kelly’s the reason I haven’t received responses from any of the firms I applied to.”
What a bitch move
“She’s also banging her godson and employee.”
“It’s not ‘small stuff.’ Like you said, it’s your life. Your career. And I will help you in any way I can. Just say the word.”
“Oh, babe.” Olivia sighed. “You’re a goner.”
