Beautiful Bitch Quotes

“Find a woman who will be your equal in every way. Don’t let yourself fall for someone who’ll put your world before theirs. Fall for the powerhouse who lives as fearlessly as you do. Find the woman who makes you want to be a better man.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“I can function without you. But I don’t like being away from you. It feels like you take my home with you when you go.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“I'd definitely found my equal, the woman who made my life a living hell and lived to antagonize me. A woman whose mouth I wanted to tape shut...every bit as much as I wanted to kiss it.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“You were going to propose to me?" I asked, still completely confused. "Do women even do that?" She punched me, hard, in the arm. "Yes, you chauvinist. And you totally stole my thunder.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“I never expected to feel this way about someone." She stared at me, eyes wide nad lips parted as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. I stood and ran over to the dresser, pulling the box from the drawer and carrying it over to her. When I opened the box and let her see my grandmother's antique diamond and sapphire ring, she clammed a hand over her mouth. "I want to be married," I said again. Her silence was unnerving, and fuck, I'd completely botched this with my rambling nonsense. "Married to you, I mean." Her eyes filled with tears and she held them, unblinking. "You.Are such.An ass.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“If she needs a nap, I could just hang out and wait for her to wake up right? I could like down near her, reassure myself that she was really here and we were really doing this and just...what? Touch her hair? Holy shit. Had I always been this creepy?”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“I'm so glad we met when we did. Even if you were an enormous pain in my ass you're still the best thing that ever happened to me.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“I missed having her as my intern. I missed bossing her around. I really missed her bossing me around in return.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“Here to show me how to grow a penis so I can get the job done?"
"Chloe, I'm pretty sure if you wanted to grow one, you could do it by will alone."
"I'd grow one just so I could ask you to suck on it.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“She carried it back to me with the ribbon hooked over her long index finger, and dangled the bag in my face. I ask her to marry me and she brings me a souvenir from New York? What the fuck is that? "What the fuck is that?" I asked. "You tell me, genius." "Don't get smart with me, Mills. It's a bag. For all I know you have a granola bar, or your tampons, in there." "It's a ring, dummy. For you.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“How insane would it have been to know Chloe in my early twenties? We would have torn this place up, and probably lasted only a weekend. Isn't it amazing how you meet the person you're meant to meet, when you're supposed to meet her?”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“It was comical to compare that to the reaction I'd had to losing Chloe. I'd essentially turned into a filthy hobo, not eating, not showering, and surviving entirely on scotch and self-pity”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“She walked to the door in her fucking underwear, and opened it a crack before turning and sprinting into her bedroom, leaving me to greet the intruders. What in the actual fuck.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“Chloe, I'm not kidding. I'm not letting you out of my sight until Christmas." She squinted up at the later afternoon June sun. "Christmas? That sounds a little gimp-in-the-basement for my tastes." "If you're not into that, this relationship might not work after all," I teased.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“Don’t let yourself fall for someone who’ll put your world before theirs. Fall for the powerhouse who lives as fearlessly as you do. Find the woman who makes you want to be a better man.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“I want to be married. I want you to marry me.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“I set my glass down and met his eyes, feeling an overwhelming surge of affection for this man. "That ... makes sense," I said, searching for the right words. "I don't think I appreciated what it meant to see you ever day, either. Even if I did want to poison you on no less than twenty-seven separate occasions."
"Ditto," he replied with a smirk. "And sometimes I feel guilty for how many times I threw you out the window in my fantasies. But I most certainly plan on making it up to you.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“I know we have only been together for a little over a year,” I explained, quickly. “Maybe it’s too soon? I understand if it’s too soon. It’s just that how you feel about the way we kiss? I feel that way about everything we do together. I love it. I love to be inside you, I love working with you, I love watching you work, I love fighting with you, and I love just sitting on the couch and laughing with you. I’m lost when I’m not with you, Chloe. I can’t think of anything, or anyone, who is more important to me, every second. And so for me, that means we’re already sort of married in my head. I guess I wanted to make it official somehow. Maybe I sound like an idiot?” I looked over at her, feeling my heart try to jackhammer its way up my throat. “I never expected to feel this way about someone.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“Yeah, well, my family practically walks around wearing Team Chloe shirts under their regular clothes so it’s a little different.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“Yes...I want to be married, too.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“I’d definitely found my equal, the woman who made my life a living hell and lived to antagonize me. A woman whose mouth I wanted to tape shut . . . every bit as much as I wanted to kiss it. My girlfriend, my former intern, Miss Chloe Mills. Beautiful Bitch.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“I want to be married,” I blurted. “I want you to marry me.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“but at some point, Bennett had become it for me. As in it it. The One. And it was fucking terrifying.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“I want to be married,” I blurted. “I want you to marry me.”
Fuuuuuuuck.
And so my entire carefully constructed speech was thrown out the window. My grandmother’s antique ring was in a box in the dresser—nowhere near me—and my plan to kneel and do everything right just evaporated.
In the circle of my arms, Chloe grew very still. “What did you just say?”
I had completely botched the plan, but it was too late to turn back now.
“I know we have only been together for a little over a year,” I explained, quickly. “Maybe it’s too soon? I understand if it’s too soon. It’s just that how you feel about the way we kiss? I feel that way about everything we do together. I love it. I love to be inside you, I love working with you, I love watching you work, I love fighting with you, and I love just sitting on the couch and laughing with you. I’m lost when I’m not with you, Chloe. I can’t think of anything, or anyone, who is more important to me, every second. And so for me, that means we’re already sort of married in my head. I guess I wanted to make it official somehow. Maybe I sound like an idiot?” I looked over at her, feeling my heart try to jackhammer its way up my throat. “I never expected to feel this way about someone.”
She stared at me, eyes wide and lips parted as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. I stood and ran over to the dresser, pulling the box from the drawer and carrying it over to her. When I opened the box and let her see my grandmother’s antique diamond and sapphire ring, she clapped a hand over her mouth.
“I want to be married,” I said again. Her silence was unnerving, and fuck, I’d completely botched this with my rambling nonsense. “Married to you, I mean.”
Her eyes filled with tears and she held them, unblinking. “You. Are such. An ass.”
Well, that was unexpected. I knew it might be too soon, but an ass? Really? I narrowed my eyes. “A simple ‘It’s too soon’ would have sufficed, Chloe. Jesus. I lay my heart out on the—”
She pushed off the bed and ran over to one of her bags, rummaging through it and pulling out a small blue fabric bag. She carried it back to me with the ribbon hooked over her long index finger, and dangled the bag in my face.
I ask her to marry me and she brings me a souvenir from New York? What the fuck is that? “What the fuck is that?” I asked.
“You tell me, genius.”
“Don’t get smart with me, Mills. It’s a bag. For all I know you have a granola bar, or your tampons, in there.”
“It’s a ring, dummy. For you.”
My heart was pounding so hard and fast I half wondered if this was what a heart attack felt like. “A ring for me?”
She pulled a small box out of the bag and showed it to me. It was smooth platinum, with a line of coarse titanium running through the middle.
“You were going to propose to me?” I asked, still completely confused. “Do women even do that?”
She punched me, hard, in the arm. “Yes, you chauvinist. And you totally stole my thunder.”
“So, is that a yes?” I asked, my bewilderment deepening. “You’ll marry me?”
“You tell me!” she yelled, but she was smiling.
“Technically you haven’t asked yet.”
“Goddamnit, Bennett! You haven’t, either!”
“Will you marry me?” I asked, laughing.
“Will you marry me?”
With a growl, I took the box and dropped it on the floor, flipping her onto her back.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“Chloe didn’t get here soon, Dominique would have to roll me to the door to greet my lady friend.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“Well, I meant it. And you can show me your appreciation when you get that hot little ass to France. Deal?”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“Are you fucking serious right now? Are you going to cut my fucking steak at dinner, too, you egomaniacal asshat?” I couldn’t help myself. “Only if I can feed it to you and help you chew.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“And also a little creepy to realize how alike we are.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“Hasn’t my mother warned you that I’ve never been good at sharing?”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch

“shouting something to the bartender about the usual for the ladies and something pink for the pretty boy. On second thought, this was going to be a long night.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bitch