Because I see you. Even though you try so hard to hide, I see you, anyway.
Victoria ScottShe raises her hands and places them on either side of my face. My skin burns beneath her touch. 'I think you're beautiful.'
I smile, thinking she's done. But she releases my face and places her palms on my chest, directly over my heart.
'You're beautiful right here,' she says.
I close my eyes, and the breath rushes from my lungs.
'I see the good in you, Dante,' Charlie continues, her words rolling together off her tongue. 'Even if you don't, I do. You have a good heart. You know how I know?'
I open my eyes. She's looking at me like nothing else in the world exists. Like the entire planet and all of mankind just vanished. She slowly wraps my hands inside her own as best she can and places them on her chest. 'Because I feel it here.' She taps our hands against her chest. 'I know you're good, Dante. Because I feel it inside of me.
My lips move against hers, and the kiss says everything I'd hoped to hear. It tells me she loves me, and that she's in this forever.
Victoria ScottNo. No way. That name is reserved for females with grace and elegance, not this girl. This girl is...beastly.
Victoria ScottMots clés hilarious lol sarcasm-humor
I throw my head back and laugh long and hard. Then I lean in and whisper in her ear, "You don't know who you're fucking with, princess. Ain't no one do bad like I do.
Victoria ScottMots clés comebacks oh-snap bas-ass oh-ha
Her soul is clear of any red seals, but that won't last long, ' cause Papa's come to play.
Victoria ScottMots clés humor dante the-collector
Max is going through my overnight bag when I get back to Wink Hotel. My favorite part about this is that he doesn't stop when I walk in the room.
"Hey," he says. He pulls out my black Hugo Boss dress hirt, then holds it up to his nose and sniffs loudly.
"Dude. Stop." I pull the shirt from his hands and toss it on the bed.
"I just love your scent," he says in a chick voice.
"You and everyone else, my friend.
This morning, I'm relishing the perks of working for the Underworld. I press my foot down on the accelerator, and the deep rumble of my candy apple-red Escalade growls. My new baby girl has black leather, Bose surround sound, and twenty-two inch rimes. Match.com couldn't have created a happier couple.
Victoria ScottI turn around and see Taylor heading toward us. Over her shoulder I spot a guy's legs flailing in the air. Keg stand. Jealous.
Victoria ScottI have the confidence of a killer whale, but being shot down by these losers stings.
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