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“No, we did. I distinctly remember buying condoms that looked like poker chips. Because when they rolled them on, I yelled jackpot.”
“This place is hell. It’s probably why it’s so fun.” “Well, you might want to try to acclimate,” Samantha snarks. “We both know you were always headed there.”
“I have to start from the beginning. So don’t interrupt. Pretend you’re choking on dick…we both know you’re an expert at that.”
“Holy shit. I got married…” My eyes lock with theirs. “And you two fucked my wife.”
“Let’s just say I put a quarter into the slot machine of life and got a full house.”
“Let me guess, you’ll wait until you’re in the shower, listening to early 2000 Ashlee Simpson songs before really falling apart.” “‘Pieces of Me’ got me through some hard times, Eleanor. Have some respect.”
“Now I know why the lord gave me one heart and three holes.”
I like the way her hand fits in mine.
My life is being ruined because this judge is the equivalent of a Swiftie. The Raiders are basically his Taylor, and I’m paying the price for Crew’s betrayal.” “Yeah, that judge is a real antihero…” Mills throws out,
“You’d think he’d be more understanding of their love story.”
“Right, but he was basically ‘You’re on your own, kid.’”
“Exactly, it’s not like she was the mastermind either.”
“He knew all too well she wasn’t. But ruining Crew’s reputation was better than revenge.”
“I bet our girl… I bet our girl was wishing…wishing she was… in a lavender haze.” They’re laughing so hard you can’t hear them making any sound anymore.
They still don’t care, more laughter spilling out. Dammit. It’s happening…I’m buying in. I swear to god. It’s impossible to be angry when I’m surrounded by clowns.
“Fine, consider this my Dear John letter. Where my love for you once existed, there’s now only a blank space.”
Take it down, Meryl. You can’t exist in hyperbole when you probably can’t even spell it.”
Those Betsey Johnson rhinestone cowgirl boots are my fucking precious, and I’m their Gollum.
Damn that laugh. It’s disarming and sexy as hell. It’s like hot fudge on vanilla ice cream. All melty and decadent, and it makes me want to lick him. But I won’t because he’s an asshole, and those aren’t keto-friendly… Also, I love my mom and my boots.
“Shirtless, gray sweatpants, and quad rolls.”
Get ready, Wild Card. I’m about to make you feral.
“I want you upstairs, on the island, legs spread with my tongue fucking that tight pussy. I want you to come until you’re squirting and sliding all over the goddamn marble like the dirty little slut you are. And when you’re done, I want you sitting on my face so we can do it all over again.”
“Fuck yeah. That’s a good fucking girl. Now, let me clean you up.”
Eleanor really is the definition of authentic. The girl doesn’t give a shit about being anyone other than who she is. It’s refreshing.
“I’m wondering if they’re part of our divorce settlement. Like, I’m nice to you in public, but I still get to play with their privates.”
“We’ll fill you up, baby. Make you beg. Take you to heaven… All you gotta do is scream my name.” The smile on my face is remarkably wide as I hear her yell, “Motherfucker.”
He's got you thete girl! LOL
What I want to say is the best way to utilize TJ is to let him finger fuck Eleanor from behind, keeping her bent over as she sucks me off. But I can’t fucking say that, so I opt for, “Absolutely. Let’s talk about the man with the hands.”
“Mr. Matthews, you are now the proud owner of a beat-up red Chevy.” He winks. “There are blankets in the bed.”
Do I like you…too much? Oh, I’m going to be pissed if I like him too much.
“Bullshit,” he throws out before he takes the ball off my stomach and hurls it toward Nate before adding, “No room? Then build an addition in the house of Crew. You got the cash.”
“Sneak in here again and try to take another picture of my wife…and I’ll break more than just your fucking nose.”
“Papers are inside. All you two have to do is sign them, and this nightmare is over.” Well, fuck.
“Yeah, I bet my wife would love the name of a good salon…what’s it called?”
“Wild Card. Cool name, huh? I think it opens next month…
“It’s like the ending scene in a romantic comedy. This is your Josie Grossie moment.”
“Be a good girl, Wild Card. And thanks for finally screaming my name.”
People always say when luck meets opportunity, that equals success. But I call bullshit. And today is proof. Because even when you get knot so lucky, you can still hit a jackpot.
