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139 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 16, 2024
“These are a record of you, angel. Everything about you. The books you read. Your shoe size. Your sales, your favorite crystals. In all languages. My body is a record of you, Luna. I love you so much.”
…..my life is ruled by one fucking simple rule. How would this affect Luna?…. Luna told me all women want is someone to respect them and be a gentleman. So a gentleman is what I am attempting to be.
No one could be less compatible with me than a man who literally stopped at every single mall kiosk and explained earnestly that he could not purchase the product but he wished them well in future endeavors.
A baby?.... what better way to convince her to love me than to give her what she wants....In a gentlemanly manner, of course.
“I’m a psychopath, Luna. …..I don’t have normal human emotions..... I only care about keeping you safe and giving you what you want. Which means right now you are going to take this multivitamin and after that I’m going to give you an orgasm...”
“I don’t want your number, because that’s Luna,” he said. “And I’ve been in love with her for a long time. Ever since the day I met her. She’s the only woman I have ever wanted.”
Guys always just want casual shit
No one wants a family anymore.
Guys just want booty calls or situationships. I’m sick of it.
Not me. There’s nothing casual about what I feel for her. I want Luna to be mine, forever.
And if she wants a family, I am happy to give it to her.
“I may not be one of the genius type of killers, but at least I know you’re not supposed to leave fingerprints."
I wonder how I should kill him. Maybe I should throw him overboard.
But my life is ruled by one fucking simple rule.
How would this affect Luna
If I throw him overboard, they might stop or delay our cruise ship route, and I know Luna has been looking forward to reading her book on a sunny beach with white sand tomorrow.
”Who the fuck are you, man?” he rasps.
“I’m the guy who takes anything said about Luna very personally,” I say.
Then I take my knife and cut into his eye sockets, popping both eyeballs out.
“I don’t have to keep them if it bothers you,” I said.
“It doesn’t make a difference,” she snapped. “Because you are the kind of guy who picks up wisdom teeth, whether or not you give them up when you get caught.