T.L. Swan

Mr. Masters

Julian ordering Brielle to come home after seeing her dressed up for a night out - 

“Mr Masters, I’m not coming home tonight.”

but dancing with an honest devil sounds so much more appealing than sleeping with a lying god.

I knew Brielle was perfect on the outside. God knows, every man on the planet knows she’s fucking perfect on the outside.

Julian asking Brie not to sleep so they can talk more.

“Don’t go to sleep on me, baby. I want to spend more time with you.”

“You look so fucking beautiful, I can’t stand it.”