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What's wrong with you people? Haven't you grown up yet? Is your life so miserable you still need to take your anger out on me?" "What the f--k did you just say to me, Troll? You're the loser and you'll always be one. Don't forget it." "I'm not the one still living in my mother's basement working the same job I had in high school," I said hotly.

I confessed it all--my arrogance and conceit thinking how easy it would be to make Lily fall in love with me. Never once taking her feelings into consideration. I told him how different she was from all the other women I'd been with and how I was falling for her. I told him about her finding out about the bet after overhearing my conversation with Warren where I pretended she meant nothing to me

This was a special, extraordinary kind of pain I never knew existed. My early suffering looked like a paper cut in comparison to the huge gaping wound that was my heart being ripped out of my chest. My instinct was to flee and run out of the ballroom and never look back, but my legs wouldn't move.

Even though he was just joking his words irritated me. I didn't like the way he was talking about Lily like she was some new piece of ass I was just using. Granted, my reputation didn't do me any favors, but the way my cousin was talking about her rubbed me the wrong way. "Watch your mouth, Rob. This is not just some fling.

Once we were at my front door, he leaned against it, his shoulder resting on the frame, and grinned at me in that charming way of his. "Why do you look like you're about to devour me?" I asked, slipping the key in the lock and turning the handle His grin grew wider. "Because I am," he said simply.

There was a very good reason why I'd never been in love or even gotten crazy over a guy. My experiences with them just proved to me time and again that they couldn't be trusted. From cheating to lying and even to humiliation, I'd had my fair share of shitty boyfriends. Even in high school, boys that I didn't even know that well would go out of their way to make my life a living hell.

"Just say yes. I can tell you want to, and I promise you'll have a good time. I'll be on my best behavior." "I don't know--" "It's just dinner, I promise I won't bite." It was hard to resist his charming persistence.

Despite her frigid attitude, I wasn't put off one bit. In fact, I found that I like the challenge of cracking that hard shell she had built around herself. Something told me she wouldn't be won over with jewelry or flashy things. That would have been too easy. I knew I'd have to really put more effort in than my usual game if I wanted to win her over.

Still, I hesitated. These fancy functions weren't my cup of tea. She was right in that I had never gone to one before, but that didn't mean I didn't know what to expect. It'd probably be full of uptight snobs and shallow people, who went only for the publicity and free booze.