Terms and Conditions (Dreamland Billionaires, #2)

by Lauren Asher

To anyone fighting an invisible battle. I see you.

It’s not my fault my brother’s attitude is bigger than his dick.”

“Of course he fucked this up. His latest software update didn’t include a manual on how to be a decent human being.”

“Special is the last word I would use to describe you.” It feels far too generic for someone like her.

“They say there’s a thin line between love and hate.” “Not thin enough,” I grumble under my breath.

“Welcome to the dark side—we have liquor.” He passes me a full glass.

I feel like a fraud for nodding along, feigning adoration. I’m sure to check the back of my dress to make sure I didn’t catch on fire for lying in the house of the Lord.

“What did we say about tequila?” Rowan plucks the bottle out of Zahra’s hand. “That we should never trust a man named Jose.”

“That’s the alcohol talking.” I sigh. “Jose does have a way with words.” His arms tighten around me. “Who the fuck is Jose?” I grin into the lapel of his jacket. “Nobody important.” “Good, then at least no one will miss him when he’s dead.”

After all these years, one would think I would have mastered the art of not giving a fuck.