“How much do you think I'm worth?" "A buck ninety-nine on a good day." "Fuck you," he shoots back with a grin. "You're funny now, too? Who the hell is this woman you're sinking your dick into? She needs a… — Deborah Bladon Copy Share Image
“I stepped back because partying with her suddenly included her being high and wanting to take risks that almost ruined me.” — Deborah Bladon Copy Share Image
“I care about you," I say that because I've gotten nothing else waiting on the tip of my tongue. That prompts a raise of… — Deborah Bladon Copy Share Image
“I want to tell you that I'm sorry. I need to tell you I regret everything I said to you that night and I… — Deborah Bladon Copy Share Image
“You are pregnant." He leans his hand on the bed. "You're not more than a few weeks along. It's early and anything can happen,… — Deborah Bladon Copy Share Image
“How much do you think I'm worth?" "A buck ninety-nine on a good day." "Fuck you," he shoots back with a grin. "You're funny… — Deborah Bladon Copy Share Image
“I'm Jessica." One of the sous chefs reaches out her hand to grab mine. "It's great to meet you, Alexa.” — Deborah Bladon Copy Share Image
