Page 152 of Forbidden You

“I thought we established a long time ago how I’m the asshole out of the two of us.”

“You are.”

“Then why the fuck are you competing with me?”

I grunt, rubbing the back of my neck. I wish everyone would stop trying to fix me. I’m just mad. Mad at the world. Mad at myself. I have an angry ball of fire inside of me, and considering I rarely get mad, I’m allowed for once, right?

“Look, these past weeks have been a lot,” Jensen offers. “Take a break.”

“I don’t need a break,” I snap.

What I need is a fucking long vacation on a beach with some cocktails and…

Forget it.

“You don’t know what you need, fuckface. You’re taking a break.” Jensen gets up with a glare on his face that matches my own while he rounds my desk.

“You’re fucking annoying.”

“Thanks. Let’s go.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I don’t care. Do you wanna walk by yourself or wanna be humiliated when I throw you over my shoulder like you’re my little bitch?”

I need a new best friend.

Reluctantly, I get up to follow him, because I know he’s an asshole enough to hoist me out of my chair and drag me with him. I can take him, but I’m really not in the mood to fight my best friend. Like a toddler with a tantrum, I stomp after him with grinding teeth.

“Where are we going?” I question when I press my back against the wall in the elevator, and the doors close.

“Maine.” There is amusement in his voice, ticking me off even more.

Fuck my life.

“What? No. Why?” It’s a stupid question, because I know why. It’s the one place where I can’t hide my feelings, simply because my uncle won’t let me. If I thought Jensen would be bad, my uncle Lucas will be ten times worse. It’s the one place I still have family left.

“Because I have a craving for lobster.”

“Sure, you do,” I mock. “Asshole. If you’re dragging me out to Maine, we’re going to get shitfaced.”

“Can’t wait.”

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I’m in love with Fireball Cinnamon Whiskey.

I’m sure no good ever came from anyone who said that, but it’s true.

Who knew that a bottle of this cinnamon tasting elixir could fix everything?

Luckily, I found my uncle’s stash in the shed. This boy has now run more Fireball through his veins than blood and I’m loving it. My vision is a bit blurry, but the world has been a bit bleak lately anyway.

I blink, staring into the fire as I sit on the boating deck, my neck bobbing slowly from side to side since it seems to be a bit hard to keep my head up.

I better not fall in because I’m pretty sure I’m in no condition to swim right now.

“I’m not so sure this was a good idea,” Hunter’s voice vaguely registers beside me but I’m too drunk to find the face that belongs to it.

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