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621 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 24, 2020
↳ Will Grayson (H) has always been obsessed/in love with Emory Scott (h) in high school, though, he would always chase after her and she would always reject him. Once she finally gave him a chance, well, he fucked up which then resulted in him and his friends going to prison.
9 years later, they meet again at Blackchurch - this bougee prison where "troubled" rich kids are placed. why would Emory be there when she's not at all rich? well, it's all a mystery.
“Don’t you know that you can have anything you want?” His eyes searched mine. “I’ll hurt anyone for you.”
“But you’re going to be fucking mine someday,” he growled. “Come hell or high water, Emory Scott. You’re my woman, and you’re going to come home to me every day and sit at my table and warm my fucking bed.” He kissed me. “And you’re going to give me a Will Grayson IV. Mark my words.”
I had no clue what I wanted or who I wanted to be. I just wanted my people, and I wanted the girl of my dreams.
“Don’t you know that you can have anything you want?” His eyes searched mine. “I’ll hurt anyone for you.”
The weight on my chest was too heavy, it almost hurt to breathe.
“Who is it?” he asked. “Who do I have to hurt?”
“But you’re going to be fucking mine someday,” he growled. “Come hell or high water, Emory Scott. You’re my woman, and you’re going to come home to me every day and sit at my table and warm my fucking bed.” He kissed me. “And you’re going to give me a Will Grayson IV. Mark my words.”
“You either have my back,” Michael said.
“You’re at my side,” Kai continued.
“Or you’re in my way,” the rest of us finished.
“Be Lilith,” the girls said.
Athos pulled the Red Death over her eyes, all of us setting off as she whispered. “Never Eve.”
“You either have my back....”
“You’re at my side....”
“Or you’re in my way...”
“Be Lilith, Never Eve.”
’”And I’m your man now……….And im asking you for tonight.”
“God, I wanna knock you up……��.I want to ruin you for all the times you made me think you didn’t want me. I want to give you a piece of me you’ll never be able to escape.”
“Come hell or high water, Emory Scott. You’re my woman, and you’re going to come home to me every day and shit at my table and warm my fucking bed……….And you’re going to give me a Will Grayson IV. Mark my words.”
“But before I could escape from his lap, he grabbed my chin in one hand and wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me in. Against his body, and whispering so softly no one could hear him but me.
“Don’t you know that you can have anything you want?” His eyes searched mine. “I’ll hurt anyone for you.”
The weight on my chest was too heavy, it almost hurt to breathe.
“Who is it?” he asked. “Who do I have to hurt?”
“He pulled me in, and I opened my mouth to protest, but instead of a kiss, he just pulled me into his arms, pressed my head to his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around me so tight, it felt like he was the one about to break, not me."
“Alex was always easy to disappear into. I didn’t have to talk or put up a front. I didn’t have to seduce her or pretend.
She was my port in the storm and I was hers.
I watched her form move as she washed her legs and arms. Her hand drifted up the back of her neck, the water from the cloth dripping back into the tub.
She was the only person I’d ever felt completely safe with. The only person I never feared disappointing because the only thing she expected of me was to be there.
Why couldn’t I love her? She got along with my friends. She made me laugh, and her presence was always a comfort. Always.
She fit in my life.
Watching her, I balled my fists, almost convinced I should do it. I should go and lift her into my arms and take her to bed and sink inside of her and…”
“Years of nights,” I said, and I wasn’t sure if I was saying it more for her or me anymore, but I kept going. “Years of not thinking of you. Nearly an entire life of memories and history that doesn’t include you. You were nothing.”my mind simply couldn't handle this, i had to stop reading for a bit. i was raging.
She stared at me, no longer responding.
“She took care of me.” My voice dropped to nearly a whisper, and I didn’t care that she didn’t know who I was talking about. “She listened to me. Made me smile.”
No movement.
“Stood next to me,” I gritted out. “Fit in with my friends. She’s smart, clever, resourceful, and she took the shitty hand life dealt her and still knows how to love people, unlike you.”
Her eyes blazed, a fire kindling behind them.
“She’s hot in the shower,” I taunted more, “on the beach, against the wall, on the hood of the car in the rain, and in my backseat—”
Them together? How good they look together? Him driving into her like he’s done a thousand times and looking down into her eyes as he does it?”disgusting. there are so many more shit like this, for what reason pls????
I tensed.
“All the times he was alone with her, inside of her, coming and forgetting about you,” he told Emmy. “You can see it, right?”
“It’s a boy?” he blurted out. “Are you sure?”♥♥♥♥♥♥
We leaned in, and I folded my lips between my teeth to contain the laughter.
A baby cried, there was some shuffling, and then we heard Damon’s playful little growl. “Ugh, what am I going to do with you?”
“Damon!” Winter growled. “I’m going to kill you. You better love him. You do, right?”
There was a pause, and I met Alex’s wide eyes with my own.
Drama…
Damon and I ran the construction business together now, him building and me designing, so I’d gotten used to his…brand of humor.
Finally, he answered. “Y–yeah,” he stuttered, not sounding convincing. “Yeah, of course, baby. But like, are you sure there aren’t any more in there or something?”