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by
Lauren Asher
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June 11 - June 13, 2023
I wouldn’t be caught dead at the gym unless it was to grab a smoothie at the café.
Real
Oscar-worthy
I inhale as the devil grabs my left hand, and goose bumps break out across my skin. He traces them as he drags the ring up my finger.
You did tell her to find you anyone with two XX chromosomes and the ability to procreate. You’re the only one to blame here.
Self-awareness is key
That she got lost in the mail?”
“Special is the last word I would use to describe you.” It feels far too generic for someone like her.
“I will never be your friend.” And I never want to be.
Rude
My tolerance for vodka is right up there with my tolerance toward people—nonexistent.
Cal breaks through the crowd and raises his drink in the air. “Family therapy is on Thursday nights. Don’t be late!”
"Is that supposed to be a bad thing?" Nana asks. "Because I only see the positives."
Nana gets it
“Then make it negotiable.”
Period
“If you can’t be a responsible father, then I am no longer interested in helping you.”
Period
“Money isn’t the problem. Your decision is.”
“Careful, Declan. Your misogyny is showing.”
Fr drop him & run
including upping the initial payment to three hundred million dollars, then I’ll go ahead and sign it.”
Girlboss
“Thank you for everything.”
Huh
My eyes bulge as he shoves a spoon full of cake into my open mouth. “I finally found the perfect way to shut you up.”
“All I need to do is keep your mouth permanently occupied.”
Think about your future. My right eye twitches as Iris hauls another potted plant into my house.
It’s easy to fall into a comfortable rhythm with Iris. Almost too easy.
Literally how is that bad? You are deadass getting married
“Our room?” She trips over her boots. “I can’t have the housekeeper speaking out against the legitimacy of our agreement.”
ONE BED TROPE!!!!!
“No.”
Boring
“Kiss her again and I’ll enjoy ripping your tongue from your throat.”
Hihi
Damn right she wasn’t. Fake marriage or not, Iris is destined to be with one man and one man only. Me.
What is this, an emotional rollercoaster?
“You’re one to talk. The donuts are supposed to go in your mouth, not on your shirt.”
Dead
“Be a good fiancée and help me out.”
“I don’t care if you’re Jesus himself, no one should be yelling at 6:00 a.m.”
“Welcome to the dark side—we have liquor.” He passes me a full glass.
“My, my, Declan Kane. Are you jealous of my little crush?”
“Little? You drooled all over my pillow for two hours straight while cyberstalking him.”
Aw he didn't deny it
“If you say vagina, I’ll make you regret not having one.”
“There’s never a right time to make a hard choice.”
persevered.
“Depends on the day and if Nana took her meds that morning.” “I heard that!” Nana yells back.
If my grandfather’s sole reason for making me get married was to drive me toward the brink of insanity, he achieved his goal.
“You make tonight somewhat more bearable.”
Hygge
I encroach on her space, trapping her against the washing machine. Her eyes get a wild look in them as I step between her legs. The material of her long dress stretches enough to accommodate my size. I grab her chin, forcing her to look up at me.
Iris is strong cause I would've folded
Iris’s hands sink into my hair as she shoves my head to the side. Her lips press against my neck, setting the blood in my veins on fire. She locks her legs around my waist and pulls me closer. Blood rushes from my head to my dick as Iris leaves a trail of kisses down my neck.
“I can assure you that I will always have Iris’s best interests at heart.” Even if they jeopardize mine.
Noun, Danish: A cozy quality that makes a person feel content and comfortable.
Cal offered to step in and wear a pink suit for me,
but I declined, saying pink wasn’t his color. We
nice.”
NICE? THAT'S IT??!!!
Declan’s lips slam against mine, shutting me up.
reality of our situation set in.
This is so stupid the reality of your situation is that you are married and u worry about kissing ur wife? Dude...
She’s your assistant.
SHE'S YOUR WIFE. Bruh
professional
Oh my god you are married screw profession
“Declan, a little more smiling please?” I glare at the photographer. He gapes. “Never mind.”
lol
A few people gasp when she smashes a bit of cake in my face, and I return the favor by shoving a spoonful of cake into her mouth while she is mid-laugh.
