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“Wait, you remember that?"
"Of course I remember that. You sounded like a frat boy and looked like a fucking model. What man could ever forget that?"
"I would have given anything to know what you were thinking right then."
"I was thinking, 'Highly fuckable intern, twelve o'clock. Disengage, soldier. I repeat, disengage.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“I didn't know," he whispered. "I didn't know I could love you so much.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“The look in her eyes told me that under any other circumstances, I would either already be naked with her on top of me, or lying in a pool of my own blood on the rug.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“I was starting to see that this wasn't just sex, and it wasn't something just working out of my system. Sex was just the fastest route to the deeper possession that I needed. I was falling in love with her, and falling to fast and hard to easily find any footing.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“Wow, top five percent of your class at Northwestern. Nice!" Joel said and then looked over at me. "Bet you're glad to have someone so amazing working under you, huh?"

Chloe coughed slightly, bringing her napkin up from her lap to cover her mouth. I smiled as I quickly glanced over to her and then back to Joel. "Yes, its absolutely amazing having Miss Mills under me. She always gets the job done.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“She'd proven to be one of the most aggravating people I'd ever met. Unfortunately for me, she was also the best sex I'd ever had.

Fuck, he'd better never get that far. I wasn't sure I knew where to hide a body around here.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“I wanted her in a way that made me feel like every second I was sated and starving.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“I just want to see you come apart."

I wanted to tell her that she was witnessing it now, and in all honesty she'd been watching it happen for weeks.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“I was terrified of what that meant
but as she took my hand in hers, kissing it softly before entwining our fingers, I realized it didn’t matter. I’d passed the point of no return and whether she wanted me or not, I was hers.
“Je suis à toi.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“I woke up when my pillow was yanked out from under my head and Chloe mumbled something incoherent about spinach and hot dogs. The woman was a sleep-talking, restless bed hog.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“I realized my room was just next to hers.
It was a mirror image of her room, but completely different in all of the ways that couldn't be seen. This shower hadn't washed away our pretenses last night; we hadn't slept together, curled around each other in this bed. These walls hadn't been filled with the sounds of her coming apart beneath me. This desk wasn't broken from a late-morning quickie.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“Look, I wanted to mention something to you," I said. Play it off as casual. Play it off as no big deal. Be cool.

Her lips curled up in an amused smile. "Okay?"

"You know what a horrible prankster Will can be." She nodded and I continued: "I may have just done something to get back at him and I swear," I said, resting a hand on her shoulder, "I swear, Hanna, you'll think it's hilarious... eventually."

"Eventually?"

"Absolutely. Eventually."

She considered me through narrowed eyes. "This is just a prank, right? No shaved heads or scars?"

I pulled back to study her. "That was a very specific question. Scars?" I shook my head, clearing it. "And no, no, no, no. Just a silly little prank." I gave Hanna my best smile, the one Chloe said made panties drop. But apparently it only made Hanna more suspicious.

Her eyes narrowed further. "What would I need to do?"

"Nothing," I said. "You'll probably see some weird stuff but just... go along with it."

"So, basically be oblivious."

"Exactly," I said.

"And this will be funny?"

"Hilarious."

She thought about it for a full ten seconds before reaching out to shake my hand. "You're on.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Beginning

“Julia", I answered breathlessly.
"Chloe, are you in the bathroom fucking that nice slice of man cake?"
"I'll be there in a second, okay?" I ended the call and shoved the phone back into my bag. I looked up at him, feeling my rational side return after the small interruption. "I should go."
"Look, I-" He was cut off as my phone rang again. I answered without bothering to look at the screen.
"God, Julia! I’m not in here fucking the piece of man cake!"
"Chloe?" Joel's confused voice sounded through the phone.
"Oh... hi." Shit. This could not be happening to me.”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard

“You make me feel cocky. It's the way you react to me that makes me feel like a fucking god. How can you not see that?”
― Christina Lauren, Beautiful Bastard