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369 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 9, 2021
“Cross my heart and hope to die.” He put a hand on his chest mockingly.
“At least our hopes are aligned.”
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"On paper, he was too good to be true. In reality, he was so bad it hurt to breathe next to him."
"I happen to like who I am.
A six, but with a ten heart.”
“You know, life is not about flaunting expensive rings and marrying your way up the tax bracket.
Oh, I’ve had this job since long before I met Chase. Marrying into money is not an Olympic sport for me.” I smiled back. Chase pretended to cough to stifle a laugh.
Dear Maddie,
Fun fact of the day: The poppy has astonishingly flourished on battlefields, smashed by boots, tanks, and the first industrial war the world had ever seen. It is a token of remembrance in Britain.
Poppies are strong, stubborn, and impossible to break. Be a poppy. Always.
Love,
Mom. x
“I don’t want to be your friend.” Chase held my eyes, sobering up for a fraction of a second.
“I want to be your everything. Even that’s not enough. So thanks, but no thanks.”
“I don’t know what we were thinking,”
I agreed solemnly. We weren’t dating. You were dating me without my knowledge. If I hadn’t woken up in time, we’d probably be married and pregnant by now.
“Love = pain.
Pain = suffering.
Suffering = not today, Satan. Not today.”
"You...you stupid..." I squinted, trying to find adequate words. And failing. He strode over to me, picked me up from the floor, and righted me against the sink. He turned on the tap and began to wash my face for me, running his big palm over my nose and mouth. He held me by the waist to keep me from falling.
"Finish that thought, Mad. I've a feeling it's going to be amusing," he said tonelessly, plucking a toothbrush from the silver container by the sink and applying a generous amount of toothpaste to it.
"Conceited...arrogant...egotistical..."
"Nah-ah. You don't get to use synonyms. That's cheating."
"Bastard!" I roared.
"Chase Black Was The Devil.
My Personal Devil.
Always Clad In Black,
A Whiplash-Cruel Comment Ready
On The Tip Of His Tongue."