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183 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 25, 2014
"DANNY: It's good to see you. You're not wearing your ring.
TESS: I sold it. And I don't have a husband. Or didn't you get the papers?
DANNY: My last day inside.
TESS: I told you I'd write."
"Ava: 'Did you know that when most people get sentenced to prison, they get care packages, money orders, even a phone call on their first day?' She clenched her jaw. 'I got divorce papers.'
Andrew: 'I told you I'd write.'"
"Andrew: 'Does he make you cum?'
Aubrey: 'He doesn't make me cry.'"
“Does that mean you won’t fuck me at the end?”
“It means I won’t leave you at the end.”
“You’re going to show me to your room so you and I can become reacquainted.”
“Reacquainted?” I moaned as he cupped my ass.
“Is that code for conversation?”
“It’s code for fucking”
Everything we had was built on lies...
You and I will still be friends a few months from now, and you'll be completely okay with not seeing my face.
Watch.
-Alyssa
You and I will be fucking a few months from now, and the only reason I'll be okay with not seeing your face is because you'll be riding my cock as I bend your ass over a table.
Watch.
-Thoreau
What do you want me to say, Aubrey? Your pussy was so magical that it opened my eyes and made me want to change all my ways for you? That I can't live or breathe without knowing you're by my side? Is that what you're expecting me to say?
"No. A simple apology for-"
"Kicking your inquisitive ass out of my apartment? For trying to prevent you from feeling like do you right now? Fine. I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner."
"I actually miss when I was Alyssa and you were Thoreau.I liked how passionate she was about her dancing career and that in spite of losing love, she was still able to move on and live her life to the full. And I was proud of her for being strong and not giving up on herself, even when Andrew jumped back to her life and tried to charm her with his filthy mouth.
Back when you were a fucking liar?
Back when you treated me better..."
"You would have to beg me to take you back, Andrew. Fucking beg me..."And, oh he did. Not literally of course, but the way he did it made me smile so big:)))
"You're going to show me to your room so you and I can become reacquainted.The epilogue was a cherry on top. Simply beautiful! In spite of everything, Andrew is still hot for Aubrey and wants his dirty way with her. Thank god, becuse I was scared he might have become wishy washy like Liam, and I really liked the asshole, filthy version of him.
Reacquainted? Is that code for conversation?
It's code for fucking."
"I liked you as "Thoreau", but I love you as Andrew."Ah yeah, me too....
You are quite correct in your closing statement though: Having a subpar dick really isn't the end of the world. Having an un-fucked pussy is. ~ Thoreau
Andrew Hamilton and Aubrey Everhart are back in this much awaited conclusion. Andrew screwed up and Aubrey is NOT in a forgiving mood.
Aubrey has tried to get Andrew to apologize and admit his true feelings but Andrew is sticking to his philosophy: no feelings, just sex.
Aubrey's heartbroken. With the lack of an apology from Andrew, she makes a life-altering decision to move far away from Andrew.
Aubrey may have made the mistake of falling in love with Mr. Unavailable, Dirty-Talking, Hungry Cock Hamilton but it lead to pursuing her dream as a professional ballerina. Months later, Aubrey is moving on with her life in every way. She is even dating a fellow dancer, Brian, who I like to call Mr. Safe & Boring!!
Brian.....He was kind, sweet, funny, and the perfect example of what it meant to be a gentleman. He was the type that kissed you - softly and tenderly, whispering that he liked your lips but never taking things any further.
Meanwhile, Andrew's past has come back and we find him in New York City pursing closure from his past. While in New York City, Andrew makes sure to insert himself back into Aubrey's world where the groveling commences.........
While I love Andrew's dirty-talking mouth, I loved seeing this more caring side of him. Andrew goes the extra mile to win Aubrey back.
I must now congratulate Whitney G in her success of not disappointing her readers with this conclusion of what has become my favorite serial. I was really worried the ending would fall flat and was soooooo relieved when it didn't. The disclosure of Andrew's past tore at my heart strings and the Epilogue.......I loved the Epilogue!! My only complaint is that I just wanted a little more detail in the ending before the Epilogue. That's why I couldn't give it 5 stars. I'm really going to miss dirty-talking Andrew and his hungry cock!! Thank you, Whitney, for creating one of my favorite book boyfriends!!
Thanks to my buddy reading bitches for reading along with me!! xoxo
"One dinner. One night. No repeats."
"Andrew was the epitome of what it meant to be an asshole."
"You would have to beg me to take you back, Andrew. Fucking beg me..."
"I liked you as 'Thoreau', but I loved you as Andrew."
"You only want my fucking pussy."
"I want to be friends with someone who's interested in more than my pussy."
"Now, please leave me alone. I'm out with someone who admires my brain more than my pussy."
"Reacquainted?" I moaned as he cupped my ass. "Is the code for conversation?"
"It's code for fucking."
"Would it kill you to say make love just once?"
"Depends on if you love me or not."
Silence.
"I gave her the paper and walked away. Her bringing up sex was a reminder of how long it'd been since I slept with someone.
And then it hit me: Sex.
I needed some badly."
... love, heartbreak, devastation ...
"Make sure you get all of your shit out of my bathroom. You won't be coming back here again.I was sure that in this installment, he will be walking through hell and high water, trying to get her back. That didn't happen.
“I told you that I loved you…” The words rushed out of my mouth.She's not even asking for the reason why he kicked her out after fucking her. She thinks that just because she told him she loved him, he suppose to be a done deal. Desperate and whiny chicks are extremely unattractive.
“I told you that you shouldn’t have.”
“You can’t really be this callous and cold of a person, Andrew…”
“Good morning, Mr. Ashcroft. My name is Aubrey Everhart and I’m—”And that's not all. She didn't get to go home and change, and she did had a shitty audition - didn't make the cut. But the fucking entitled little thing that she is, didn't gave up.
“Late.” He cut me off. “You’re also the only performer who isn’t wearing the mandatory white.”
“Yes, well…” I stammered. “That’s why I want to speak with you.”
“Oh?”
“I want to know if you would allow me to go home and change.”
“And why would I allow that, Miss Everhart?”
“So I can audition with the group this afternoon and be judged fairly. I just think that I’ve already—”
“Enraged, I marched up the stage’s steps and took a seat on the white line. I untied my right slipper and prepared another one—bending it forward and backward until it felt right. (...)“I walked over to the pianist. “Tchaikovsky, Swan Lake. Act two, scene fourteen. Do you know that piece?”I would've called an ambulance on this auditionee. Is she crazy or what?
“Umm…” He looked confused.
“Do you know it or not?” (...)“Before I knew it, I was in a trance and I was dancing in the middle of Times Square, underneath flashing lights and a star-filled sky.
I continued dancing long after the last note,”
“In the final frame, where the love of my life vows to die with me instead of honoring his mistaken promise to the black swan, I can’t help but deviate from the choreography.I'm lost for words. I have no fucking clue how she managed to leap into his arms without rehearsing it first! I imagined her jumping and flying into his arms, him looking puzzled at her flying through the air, and her landing face first on the floor. How he read her mind in that split second is still a mystery to me.
Instead of taking his hand and letting him lead me into the “water,” I leapt into his arms—letting him hold me high for all the other swans to see.”
“One by one, the dancers came out—reciting a short monologue and dancing to a short piece of piano music. While most of the performers were entertaining, a few of them made me wonder if they’d simply awoken this morning and decided try ballet for the first time.This, my friends, is the prestige company of NY City ballet! Dancers dancing like they just woken up and are trying ballet for the first time. But don't worry, the day was saved by:
In between the sets, I could hear a few murmurs from the crowd: “Are they sure this is their best cohort?” “Maybe they should’ve canceled the season after that accident…” “Hopefully, they’ll be having nonstop rehearsals until the season actually begins…”
“Aubrey shut her eyes and started her routine, dancing as if she was the only person here.See!?
There was an immediate change in the gala’s atmosphere. Everyone watching her was fully engaged—captivated, by her every move.”
"Subject: Thoreau & Alyssa.Now, in some weird way, it does look like he's trying to reconnect with her. But every time she shows up in his office, answers his emails or calls, he continues to treat her like shit and gives her responses among the lines of "Is that all? Now fuck off, you liar. Oh, and I missed the taste of your pussy." Then he proceeds with harassing her with inappropriate emails, messages, calls and even visits. What the goddamn fuck is this bullshit?
You once said that you missed when we were Thoreau and Alyssa because I supposedly treated you better. I don’t think I treated you any differently. I just really wanted to fuck you. But when we did meet in person, I unfortunately wanted to fuck you even more.
I personally prefer us as “Andrew & Aubrey” because on a night like tonight, when there’s nothing I would rather do than fuck you against my balcony until you cum, at least I can actually picture what your pussy feels like and no longer have to imagine.
Pick up the phone…
—Andrew”
***
Even though the last two words of your resignation letter were ridiculous and unprofessional, I’d like to take you up on your offer to fuck you.
Name the time.
—Andrew.
Subject: My Suit.
Since you have yet to pick up your final check, should I assume that’s your way of letting me keep it to replace the suit you ruined?
—Andrew.
Subject: BALLET.
I stopped by your dance hall earlier. You weren’t there.
Did you quit that, too?
—Andrew.”
“Opening the doors, I noticed everything was set up exactly as I asked: A lone white clothed table sat in front of a dancing fire, soft lights hung in waves across the trellis, and through the falling snow, the words “I’m sorry” twinkled against the building directly across from us.””Totally what I expected a guy like him would do, "I'm sorry" twinkling against the building. NOT!
“Miss Everhart—” I cleared my throat. “I mean, Miss Everly, do you believe that leaving your husband in his time of need was what was best for your company?”It seems that all the evidence are based on feelings of the offended party, or what a fucking brochure said, rather than the law and hard evidence.
***
“Mr. Hamilton, you and your company led your employees to believe that you cared about them, that you had their best interests at heart, and that you would literally communicate the actual changes you would make before termination. Are those promises not directly from your company’s brochure?”
“Is it possible that you’re a fucking liar?”If you decide to use that much of the digital space of your book on the subject, try make it sound at least a little bit realistic. In what court in a world would a judge start banging with his gavel shouting "My chambers!" without previous warnings? In a TV show, that's where!
“Order! Order!” The judge banged her gavel and the jury gasped.
“Counsel, my chambers. NOW!”
“The orchestra struck a sudden loud chord that reverberated through the room, and a voice came over the speakers.I've never been at the ballet show where someone interrupted to announce something or other, or to explain anything. I bought the ticked, found the brochure to fallow the program, and enjoyed the dance. What the hell is this nonsense? It happened every time she preformed!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” it said. “The Benjamin Wright Orchestra will now play their rendition of one of Tchaikovsky’s most revered pieces. The tempo of this song has a similar pacing for what some of you may know as the waltz.”
I don't think he came out of nowhere, I'm pretty sure it was planned and rehearsed a thousand times. Plus, I would've loved if the author had called it "présage", rather than going into juvenile description of the movement. But whatever.
“Out of nowhere, a male dancer joined her, picking her up and holding her high above his head—spinning her around as the music became harsher.
”Do you believe in reasonable doubt, Mr Hamilton?”
”You would have to be me to take you back, Andrew. Fucking beg me.”
”I liked you as ‘Thoreau’, but I love you as Andrew.”