I smile and get an overwhelming desire to hug my friend.
“We can go to Barcade and have coffee beers and play Pac Man,” I tell Becca. “And we can go to Carrol Gardens and Williamsburg and have pizza at…”
“Yeah, yeah, you’re just gonna have lots of sex for like so long and then you guys are gonna spit out some rugrats and push strollers around Park Slope,” Becca says to me.
“But Chase will still have a cowboy hat,” I say with a smile.
Becca smiles at me. “He will. That’s for sure.”
We stare at each other for a long moment. I know what we’re thinking. Chase has become a large part of my life. I still love Becca. I still love my friends. We will still hang out. But a large part of my life has changed.
Forever.
It’s nothing to be sad over. It’s the way life goes.
I’ve met my lobster. My hero. My best friend. My lover.
And I couldn’t be happier.
;)
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Careful, Mr. Bad Boy Prince. I may look sweet and cute. But this lil’ slip of a girl can bring the Devil to his knees…
I mean, sure, I like kitties! And I <3 wearing pink!
But that doesn’t mean that Connor D’Avington, the infamous prince of pleasure, is gonna sweep me off my feet like he does to all those other girls around the world who swoon over him.
I’m rolling my eyes when he’s taking off his shirt and showing me those 8-pack abs, rippling muscles, and amazing pecs.
Been there, done that…
I’m yawning when he’s showing me those 12 inches of…OMG! I didn’t even think they could be that big!
Right. Not yawning now.
Now he’s telling me he wants me to come with him.
I mean, just once? Shouldn't it be at least three or four times?
With as big as it is, that rocket should for sure shoot me into orbit, I think.
All I can say is…I’m all ready for blast off! ;)
*** It’s the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Prince in this third installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sexy, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happy Ending? Always, babe ***
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Connor
I gulp the 200-year-old aged whiskey and wonder to myself just how much of an asshole the people at JFK have to think I am.
I'm coming back to New York City from St. Albans and I need to land now.
But the problem is that I recently got a larger fucking plane to fly around in. Gift from my brother, Silas.
But that plane isn't going to be able to land at any of the available private airports in and around New York City.