I need to let her hand go before I look like boyfriend material. As I’m thinking it, Eleanor slips her hand from mine, so I let it go without hesitation because I’d be a fool to pass up divine intervention. Even her best friend, Millie, chimes in, “Married today, divorced tomorrow…that’s a conversation starter for sure, bitch.”

He nods, then frowns as he rubs his jaw, adding with a wink, “Yeah, with a judge. I’m thinking I should claim spousal abuse and take you for all you’ve got. You’re so mean to me.” As if I’m trying to actively get kidnapped, I go limp, jerking my wrist from his hand as I fall over the console. My head and arms sprawled into his lap.He points to an empty line sectioned off by red velvet ropes. So, I traipse over as I speak, seeing my ride pull up. Not that I’m involved in some secret scheme to drug girls into marriage. Because we all know guys are just desperate to get to the altar. Stop watching those crime shows, weirdo.” Damn, did we bring out the devil in each other. That wild card was the most seductive experience of my life. I was lured directly down a tequila path and right into her pussy. I cross my arms just as Josh begins to speak. Except the judge holds up a hand, halting him, as he keeps my gaze.

Then *allegedly* participate in depraved group activities with him and his friends in the honeymoon suite of a five-star hotel. Nate stops some guy from trying to push me out of the way, TJ’s hands reach for the catch, and I make the play. I’m going to assume you’re laughing at messages from Tweedle-Dumbass and Tweedle-Dipshit. You know they owe you for what you’re doing.” Is there such a thing as a non-monogamous girlfriend…who doesn’t love you but always treats you like her favorite? Because I want Eleanor to be that.Jesus, Crew. You really had to go there. That feisty little thing’s gonna make you pay for that shit this afternoon. Everything you ate over the past week is coming up,” TJ calls out from the room while I pee. Not this book. This book was just simply ✨fun✨. The only thing you might be reaching for is into your bedside drawer. I’m fanning myself as Millie bellies up to the wooden top, leaning halfway over and calling the bartender’s attention. The music’s lower over here, so I can hear her better.