I notice Tieran coming back into the room with a cup of coffee in his hands and a knowing look on his face. i ‘m seated on one of the couches in my room, and i’m trying not to panic at the possibility of this being some cruel joke. My phone is in my hands and i’m looking at it like it’s some kind of
We could ride the coatails of this dating app publicity and make some major business off it.”I don’t have to imagine anything to see it. The vision plays out right before my eyes. For a new brand, one of the most crucial things to get is publicity, and right now i’m having the publicity handed over
“There’s no need to pay this any attention, Antonia. Just ignore it and let him make a fool of himself.” Malachi just activated his own dating profile.Seeing his face staring back at me from my phone feels unbelievable, because he’s always said he would never use a dating app. He’s never had the n
I look and there’s a letter on the table beside her. I sigh. This means Bridget will be the one driving.She links her arm with mine as she drags me out to the car, “I won’t crash. Don’t worry.”I smile but the smile doesn’t reach the depths of my heart. It barely sparks any humor in me even.As we
Bridget is twitching where she’s seated. She drove us to a diner and had the employees clear the restaurant so we could have it all to ourselves. I said there was no need for that, but her response was simple, “You’ll hate yourself if I take you home and we miss the rest of what we have planned fo
Ares knows nothing about me or Malachi more than what he’s seen or been told. He’s a reliable source to tell me I'm crazy and maybe getting a total stranger to tell me I'm crazy is what I need.His footsteps announce his arrival, dragging me out of my thoughts. He deposits the haul of a small mound
Hi again very special reader (✿◡‿◡)It is your very grateful author here, first to apologize for the irregular updates. This story is taking me to very unexpected directions, and sometimes i need a break to thoroughly think of what to do.Also, Malachi cutting and dyeing his hair just to get into An
Bridget’s pov.“We’re only going to do this once right?” Ian kisses the side of my neck, stealing quivers from my lips and infusing a shakiness into my limbs as I dig my hands into his hair. I ask as I arch up against him, “We’re only doing this to get it out of our system? Right?”The answer I get