Status Updates From In Your Head

“Je t’aime jusqu’a la mort.”

Well fuck me im sobbing

“I’m suggesting that I fuck you with the handle of that letter opener, doc. Is that okay with you”


YES IT IS PLEASE

“ Jesus, fuck, baby,” Zane growls out. He moves his hand up from my clits to my lower, abdomen to lay his palm down flat and press firmly there. His hand pressing down on me, only height and sensation building inside of me.

“fuck. I can feel me right here…”

“ Then put your legs on my shoulders, baby. I need to feel all of you. Now.”

FUUUUUUUCK PART 2

“Now come on my tongue like a good fucking girl.”


FUUUUUUCK

“you know what, Josh? I think I actually tweaked my back dragging you into my trunk tonight. You are such a fucking inconvenience.”


Oh. I love ZAYN

“We’re going to be here for a while, Josh. So you might as well get comfortable and shut the fuck up.”

He gives her a first edition copy of pride and prejudice… a book she admired… as a thank you for sucking his cock…. This book is SOOOO up my alley

“ And ask for that fucking patient of hers… Josh? Well, he was a dead man walking.”

“ Well damn, Doc, if you wanted me on my knees, all you had to do was ask.”

IM SCREAMING

“These past two weeks had been about laying the groundwork but now? Now it was finally time. Katherine was finally ready yo meet. Or re-meet me. And I was sure as hell ready yo make my formal entrance into her life.

So naturally I did what any reasonable man, or stalker, would do.

I scheduled a goddamn appointment with her.”

ASKFBFNVOEOENCOVUFBEBSK

“Jesus she was beautiful. Even in her friend. Especially in her grief.”

Well fuck. My standards are so high. Get yourself a man who thinks your drop dead gorgeous while your grieving your dead father.

“She was going crazy.”

“And Jesus fuck. I am. Here. For. It.”

OH HELLO ZAYN ID LIKE TO MOUNT YOU

I MEAN-

Unknown: Evening, Doc. Question for you: do you usually pull a knife before imbibing?

Unknown: Hope you enjoyed it. Sweet dreams. XO

…hi I’m Mack, please come stalk me.

I MEAN-

“Five minutes later, hair in a bun and once again blissfully braless, I emerge and make my way to the kitchen, humming softly as I go. The home stops abruptly in my throat when my eyes fall on the corner of the glinting granite countertop. They sit alone, cold glass of white wine. Freshly poured. Waiting.”


OOO THIS IS GETTING GOOOOOOD

“Instead, I bend down to pluck something from the ground near my feet. Moving toward her, I extended the offering. She holds out her hand, and I placed the small, pink flower into her palm.

If you press it between the pages of your book, it will flatten and dry out. You can use it as a bookmark.”

Stop! He’s giving her flowers to use as a bookmark. I’m sobbing.