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And then I heard, “I love you, Drake.”The first time he’d spoken those words was earlier that day, when we’d been sitting in the Adirondack chairs outside, viewing the mountains. A feeling had come over me when I’d processed what he’d said, when that admission had settled in my chest, when the same words worked their way through my throat, and I’d finally voiced them.The same thing happened again.But this time, deeper.Stronger.His affection having even more potency.Because the first time was a surprise, but the second time was a confirmation.“You’re right,” I whispered. “It just got so much better.”EPILOGUEEastonDrake asked me to meet her at a coffee shop not far from the office in the heart of the Back Bay. I was running a few minutes late. Since Holden had taken Belle to Disney to celebrate the international rollout and Grayson was in Saint-Tropez doing the same, there was a lot to hold down.Especially because the last month had been the most successful in Hooked’s histor
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That thought should have made me happy. Brennon was nothing but a motherfucker who had tried to take down everything Holden, Grayson, David, and I had built. But part of me felt bad for him. That he felt so underappreciated that he wanted to hurt us. That he stooped to a level as low as he had.That instead of creating something on his own, he’d stolen our designs and software.It said a lot about his morals and character. And now those decisions were going to affect his future, one that looked extremely bleak from where I was sitting.I’d already let Brennon take up too much real estate in my head.He wasn’t getting any additional square footage, nor was that topic getting another second of attention. Instead, I addressed something that would cheer me up and that would return the breathtaking smile to Drake’s face. I asked, “Has Saara gotten back from her work trip?”“Tomorrow. We’re going to meet for drinks after work.”“Ahhh. A night of debauchery.”She squeezed my leg. “Not true.
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CHAPTER ONEA 100 percent match.That was what the screen showed as I stared at it, silently, my mouth so wide, my jaws hurt.How in the hell had I achieved that percentage?As one of the founders of Hooked, a hook-up app my best friends and I had launched just today, I knew that number was nearly impossible. While we were in beta testing, we’d run every possible scenario through Harvard’s database, trying to configure an average percentage among our future users. We’d learned 100 percent was statistically equivalent to the odds of winning the lottery.The average would be in the eighties. An overly impressive number would be in the low nineties.But 100 percent?Shit, that almost couldn’t exist.But it did.With me.And I was gazing at that number as it flashed in the center of my phone in twenty-eight-point green Garamond font—a font, size, and color my best friends and I had debated over for weeks—and underneath was the user I’d matched with.SaarasLove.All right, Love, who are yo
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“Except the app wasn’t created for that reason,” Grayson said. “Why don’t you save the money you don’t have and just focus on pus—”“I’m going to let you two hash out whatever this is,” I chimed in, interrupting Grayson. “I have to go message Love.”“Love,” Grayson roared as I got up from the chair. “Good luck with that.”I flipped him off and returned to my bedroom, adjusting the pillows behind my back as I loaded the app, pulling up SaarasLove’s profile. What set our app apart from our competitors’ was that instead of using first or last names along with photos of the user’s face, we allowed only usernames and body shots or icons to protect everyone’s identities. Within the private chat feature, users could exchange whatever information they wanted—pictures, names, phone numbers—but that was at their discretion.What I could gather from SaarasLove’s profile was that she lived within a sixty-mile radius of the zip code I’d provided—a distance she couldn’t exceed, or we wouldn’t have
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CHAPTER TWOI sat on the armless chair in my room, gazing at the woman I’d been dreaming about for days, as she stood in front of me, a leg on either side of mine.Naked.I tucked a chunk of her dark hair behind her ear. “Can I call you Love?”“I love that name, so yes, of course.”There was nothing sexier in this world, nothing more beautiful than her.Love.A woman I couldn’t stop thinking about.Her eyes took me in as though she wanted this as badly as I did.Her body had looked perfect in the picture she’d sent, but it didn’t compare to this—a petite waist that I wrapped my hands around, the curve of her small tits that I leaned forward and kissed, skin that smelled so sweet. And while I took my time traveling to each spot, feeling them out, listening to her breathing change, I eventually made my way to her heart-shaped ass. “You’re exquisite. In every way that I had imagined, but so much more.”She lifted her hands from my bare shoulders and ran them through my short hair. “You’r
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This was the fourth morning in a row that I’d woken like this, poking at Love’s entrance, her nakedness positioned around me in some way, before I was forced awake.And just like all the previous mornings, I rose with a raging case of morning wood.Goddamn it.At least there was the scent of bacon in the air, what Holden, our designated chef, had apparently chosen to make us all for breakfast. A scent that was strong enough to pull me from bed.I shoved my cell into my pocket and opened my bedroom door, expecting to find the guys parked in our makeshift office.There were guys, all right, just not the ones I was anticipating.“Where’s Holden and Grayson?” I said to our coders, who were stationed on the floor, using each end of our coffee table as their desk, fingers pounding their laptops so hard, it sounded like they were jackhammering cement.“Class, I think,” Brennon replied. With his back to me, all I could see was his thick, wavy hair, looking like it hadn’t been washed in days.
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“That’s a relief,” David said.Brennon shook his head. “They should be working. Shit, I’ve been writing code for them all morning.”Although there were several new matches and messages, the most important one was from Love, so that was the one I opened.SaarasLove: Hiii! I’m back, whoop!Me: Did you have a good time at home?SaarasLove: Home was . . . home. This trip was sad. Emotionally draining. I’m much happier to be back in the city.Me: Sounds like you should have just stayed here and gone out on a date with me.SaarasLove: Normally, I’d totally agree, but this trip was unfortunately very necessary.SaarasLove: I recently lost a close family member—nothing we need to talk about, I’m just putting it out into the universe, so you get where my head is at.Me: I won’t make you talk about it, but I do want to cheer you up.SaarasLove: Tell me something funny, then.I glanced around the living room and kitchen, trying to think of something, and then the obvious hit me.Me: I had a drea
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“Already did,” Brennon said.I went into the bathroom and turned on the water, and while I waited for it to warm, I pulled up Love’s chat.SaarasLove: That was a funny story—at least for me, maybe not so much for your friends.Me: They’ll forgive me. Hopefully. At the very least, I pray I didn’t scar them for life.Me: Are you taking the day off to drown yourself in wine?SaarasLove: That does sound like fun, I’m not going to lie, but no. I’m a multitasking queen at the moment, sitting in class, typing notes, talking to you, answering work emails, trying to semi pay attention to the professor since he’s going over our upcoming exam.SaarasLove: In other words, SEND ALL THE WINE.Me: I hear that. I’m headed to school in a few where I’m going to be doing the same.SaarasLove: Then, multitasking king, have yourself a good day.Me: You too, Love.CHAPTER THREEMe: Homework? Class? Work? Are these solid guesses or you’re doing something else that’s a lot more fun?SaarasLove: You know the
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