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384 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 3, 2022
“Because the only thing I recall about you from back then is your bitchy, entitled fucking self, Nicole. You were just a fuck but you went ahead and made it into some love story.”
Daniel carefully removes my hair from my face. “If you’re allergic to peaches, why would you eat them?”
“B-because I like them.”
“Bloody idiot…” I mutter, feeling moisture stinging my eyes, but I don’t let it loose.
“You’re a little bitch, but not when you’re underneath me. Not so high and mighty when you’re stuffed with my dick, are you?”
“Junior only whispers to me,” she says with a bright smile that makes me as hard as the Statue of Liberty.
Nicole doesn’t take the bait, her eyes continuing to drill holes in my face and communicate something that should’ve been extinguished with the Nazis.
“Are you a fucking whore?”
She has always been curious, intuitive, and the smartest woman I’ve ever met.
She looks like a fucking goddess with her slightly flushed cheeks and dewy skin.
I jam his head harder, so he eats the dirt and stops talking. “Nicole, however, was and will always be a fucking queen.”
“Are you daft or bad at following instructions, Ms. Adler?”
“Did you put all that effort into the food so that he’d decide to keep you as his warm hole?”
A hot hand grips my nape, squeezing the side of my throat. “Eyes on me when I fuck you.”
I’m disoriented by the time his thumb wipes beneath my eye. Then he rubs them, his thumb and my tears, against his forefinger. But it’s not the gesture that makes me pause. It’s the fascination in his gaze, the way he looks like a researcher who just made a discovery.
He has weird hair that’s neither dark nor light, as if it couldn’t make up its mind on which color to be, so it settled on a mixture of both. Like the color of the earth under the sun and the tone of premium wood.
They sing praises for him like angels hum hallelujah in the heavens.
I sat on those steps, watching the entrance like a pole dancer watches the Queen’s notes.
My dick’s tastes have become singular and pickier than my stomach about food.
Your opinion on the location of my sexual encounters ranks with the importance of the Queen of England's involvement in national affairs, Danny.
I choke on the orange juice I’ve been obsessing over like a fangirl with her idol
And I might have been more bitter about that than a loser in a presidential election.
The way his green eyes hold the calm of Buddha, the wisdom of Confucius, and the kindness of Mother Theresa.
He’s the son of the Metropolitan Police’s deputy commissioner and is known to stir up more trouble than black magic.
I made it my mission not to focus on her, not to get pulled into her manipulative web, where she lures her victims, then sucks their souls like the blood countess sucked young girls’ blood to remain beautiful and ageless.
Her eyes are closed. Is she pretending to be asleep after she heard my voice?
"No matter what I do, you don’t look at me.” Hit. “I’m right in front of you, why can’t you see me?” 💔
“Why them and not me?” Hit. “Why is it never me?” Hit. “No matter what I do, you don’t look at me.” Hit. “I’m right in front of you, why can’t you see me?”
“She had to be friends with him in one freaking day while I’ve been hopelessly trying for seven years.”
“Is your life that boring that you find pleasure in making other people’s lives hell? Why do you have to be a bitch?”
Because he only sees me when I’m being one.
“Do you think pain scares me?”
I’ve been in pain for years and I never shied away from it. If anything, I embraced it like a junkie with multiple addictions.
Hopeless addictions.
“Back then, I was chasing an unreachable dream.”
“And now?”
She tucks the blasphemous piece of hair behind her ear and sighs. “Now, I’m just surviving, Daniel. I wouldn’t have worked for you and allowed you to treat me like the dirt beneath your expensive Prada shoes if that weren’t the case.”
“You’re killing me, Peaches.”
“Not more than you were killing me all this time.” I get on my tiptoes, grab a handful of his shirt, and whisper my deepest secret. “You’re the first one who made me enjoy sex again after what happened.”
I wish I could tell him, you’re a loser meant you’re the only person who rattles me.
Piss off meant come closer.
I hate you meant I like you, I miss you, I love you.
“I stepped on my pride to love you. I crushed my bleeding heart, then gave it to you. All I wanted was for you to see me, to not make me invisible. All I wished for was a tiny piece of your heart, a sliver of your attention, but you never gave me that. You never fought for me as I fought for you!”
“You’ll never see me, will you? No matter how much I look at you, give you, or be there for you, I’ll only ever be someone you despise to want. Someone who’s meant to only ever be invisible.”
“I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck this tight pussy like I need my next breath.”
“Did you know that I have a perfect view of your dripping cunt from this position? You’re so wet, it’s staining the mattress.”
“S-stop it…”
“Why? You look the most beautiful I’ve seen you, Peaches.”
“Why? You want me to stop?”
“No…”
“Then shut that mouth, Peaches. I call the shots now and I’m going to fuck you in every position. I’ll fuck you for every time you made me want to grab you by the throat and back you against the nearest object. I’ll fuck you for every time you screwed me over.”
“I hate you.”
“Not more than I hate you. But my cock loves your tight little pussy. Mmm. Do you feel how you swallow me in with every thrust?”
“You make me a sex maniac, Peaches, and I’ll devour you for it. I’ll fuck you until neither of us can stand anymore.”
“You’re the only woman I wanted with a desperation that bordered on both pleasure and pain. The only woman who drives me fucking insane but I still can’t look away from. My fixation with you made me hate all blondes because they reminded me of you. Brunettes aren’t my type, Peaches. You are. And you know what, your condition about exclusivity is bloody useless. Ever since you came back into my life, I haven’t been able to see another woman, let alone fuck her. It’s you. Only you.”
“Then where’s your home, Daniel?”
Right in front of me.
“My home is wherever you are. You’re my home, Nicole.”
me @ Nicole❤️🥰😍✨😚
me @ Daniel💀🔪😒🤢 💩
me @ Jayden🥺😎
me @ Astrid🙄🤡🙃
“Why?” Her question is a haunted whisper as she closes her hand into a fist and hits me with it across the chest. “Why them and not me?” Hit. “Why is it never me?” Hit. “No matter what I do, you don’t look at me.” Hit. “I’m right in front of you, why can’t you see me?”
...this is the first time I’ve gotten this dizzy, but that’s okay. If it means he’ll just continue to hold me.
“It’ll go away if you keep me in this position,” I lie.”
“Are you a fucking whore?”
“I wouldn’t have had to go this far if you’d just said no other people. So I had to improvise and make it happen on my own. Now, you have no choice.”
I smirk and she stiffens. “Says who? I can always fuck escorts.”
“You’re a little bitch, but not when you’re underneath me. Not so high and mighty when you’re stuffed with my dick, are you?”
“You!”
The “you,” a terrorist with the most gorgeous face God has created, is none other than Nicole.”
…“You were just a fuck but you went ahead and made it into some love story. Hopeless romanticism does suit you since you’re so fucking naïve.”
“You have a stunning talent at figuring things out. Therapy will make it even better…I’m no professional, but I’m sure they’d recommend that you throw these little girl things in the nearest rubbish bin and move on with your life.”
“Loving something that hurts you is also an unhealthy obsession, I think.”
"Nicole, however, was and will always be a fucking queen.”
"I’m Jayden, nine years old. I already skipped a few grades and will probably skip more and become a genius who finds a cure for cancer or human stupidity. I haven’t decided which one is more urgent yet.”
"You’ll really sleep with other women?” There’s hurt in her tone, a brokenness that fucking guts me.
“We’re not in a relationship, Nicole. This is called fucking. No strings attached. Google it.”
"Looks like we both misunderstood everything.”
“And we paid for it dearly.”
"You always do that,” she spits out. “Assuming things and confirming them without even asking me about them.”
“Tell me you’re mine, Nicole,” he groans against my lips.
“I’m yours.” The words are the easiest I’ve ever said.
“Only mine?”
“Only yours.”
"But here’s something I didn’t tell you. Since that day, I don’t eat peaches.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t like things that can harm you."
“Thanks a lot for the unnecessary imagery about my fucking daughter, Sterling.” King pushes me away but directs his disgust at Nate. “While I was in a coma. Really, Nate?”
He digs his club into the ground. “You’re still alive.”
“Why them and not me?” Hit. “Why is it never me?” Hit. “No matter what I do, you don’t look at me.” Hit. “I’m right in front of you, why can’t you see me?”