Page 117 of Power Play Rivals

Nothing good ever comes out of them.

They get me all sentimental and confused.

Thinking about a future where I wake up every morning staring into beautiful, dark eyes that always seem to promise me the world.

Nope.

Not going to happen.

I am not the kind of woman who falls headfirst.

I’m the kind of woman who is all about business, fucking whoever she wants whenever she damn well pleases.

There are no wedding bells in my future. No cribs or nursery rhymes.

All there is, is me.

I can only ever depend onme.

If I even dare think otherwise, then I might as well commit myself to a fucking asylum.

Because falling in love is the very definition of insanity.

It’s fucking bonkers!

Why would anyone willingly give their heart away to someone when it’s sure to get broken?

That’s what love is.

It’s pain and suffering.

Trusting my heart to someone else will only leave me vulnerable and trapped in a state of perpetual uncertainty, fearing that they’ll leave and never return with your heart.

Been there, done that. And bought the fucking T-shirt to boot.

Like hell, I’ll go through that roller coaster of a ride willingly.

But just as I talk myself into a frenzy, fate—the conniving bitch—has other plans for me.

All those thoughts of why falling in love is a bad fucking idea leave me in a blink of an eye when I find Trent standing in front of my door, waiting for me.

“You’re here,” I choke out, not believing my eyes.

“I am.”

“You… you shouldn’t be here.”

“Why not? Give me one good reason why, and I’ll leave.”

When I hesitate, he smiles.

“That’s what I thought. Stop fighting me, Piper. Stop fighting this.”

“There is nothis.“

“If that’s true, then tell me you’d rather spend the night alone than with me. Tell me to go home.”

Unable to say such a thing, I walk towards him and press my cheek against his chest, breathing him in and listening to his heartbeat.

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