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    Til Death Do Us Trope
    Til Death Do Us Trope
    Til Death Do Us Trope
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    Til Death Do Us Trope

    By Alexa Riley

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    The dictionary defines the word Trope as a common or overused theme or device. A cliche. 

    We define it as the greatest thing to ever exist. 

    If you feel the same as us, then come along for the ride! It's over the top ridiculous fun, and it's our gift to you. I mean, look at that cover… It's terribly wonderful! 

    Warning: We've thrown everything (including the kitchen sink) into this book. Please don't read it with an expectation of a serious romance. It's meant to be a silly homage to all that we love… and we hope that you feel the same way we do. 
     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAlexa Riley
    Release dateJul 14, 2019
    ISBN9781386474081
    Til Death Do Us Trope
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    Alexa Riley

    New York Times bestselling author Alexa Riley is two sassy friends who got together and wrote some dirty books. They are both married moms of two who love football, donuts, and obsessed book heroes.They specialize in insta-love, over-the-top, sweet, and cheesy love stories that don’t take all year to read. If you want something SAFE, short, and always with a happily ever after, then Alexa Riley is for you!www.AlexaRiley.com

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      Til Death Do Us Trope - Alexa Riley

      Chapter One

      Arabella

      Ifidget with my dress, feeling a little out of place.

      Told you that you should have let me dress you up tonight, Ara, my friend Julia yells over the music in the loud club we are in. I look down at myself, thinking maybe she was right.

      She’s dressed to kill, fitting right in like she belongs. I look like I might be going to church. Her strapless mini dress hugs her curves, showcasing her perfect body.

      Julia and I are like night and day. She is tall with curves in the right places, short black hair that is styled in a perfect bob, showing off her shoulders and highlighting her cleavage. Her dark, sparkling eyes and blemish-free mocha skin finish off the flawless package.

      I’m the opposite. I’m more than on the short side. It doesn’t help that I can’t wear heels to save my life. I have a habit of tripping over my own feet with perfectly good flats. My hair is long and so blonde that in the summer it almost turns white in color. The color of my hair and my fair pale skin make my bright blue eyes seem too big for my face. And well, I do have curves, but more than I really should have. Hence why I’m in a simple white dress that hugs me at the top and flares out at my waist. The tulle of the skirt gives it even more fluff. But like always, my boobs are still trying to bust free. No matter how hard I try, I can never keep them locked away. I swear they have a mind of their own. To get a top that comes close to fitting them, I have to go a million sizes too big and I look even bigger than I am.

      He seems to like it. Julia smirks at me. I follow her line of sight to see a man leaning up against the bar, his eyes trained on me. His dark eyes meet mine and my heart starts to race. I’m frozen for a second.

      He’s so fucking you with his eyes, Julia says next to my ear, shaking me from my trance. I snap my eyes from him and bring them back to her. My face feels warm and I don’t think it’s from the one amaretto sour I’ve had since we got here. Then again, maybe it is. I’ve never drank before. This is what we talked about, Ara, Julia reminds me. This is what tonight is about. Don’t want to go off to college with that virginity. Those frat boys will sniff that shit out. Have a man your first time. He’ll know what he’s doing. Not some drunk college boy putting notches in his bedpost.

      I know we talked about this before we left. We graduated high school today. Julia met some guy who said he worked the door at Eres Mía. The club was only a year old and one of the hottest around, or so Julia had informed me. It was twenty-one and up, but he told her he’d get us in. And he had. Not only that, he got us a special table in the VIP area. It was roped off and actually had a guard standing in front of the rope.

      My cheeks heat even more at Julia’s words. I love her to death. We became best friends in the sixth grade at the private all-girls school we went to. She was always full of life and personality.

      I was shy and didn’t have any friends because I was the new kid. She sat down right next to me and started talking and never stopped. She pulls me out of my shell and I love her for it. Sometimes she can be a little too wild for me, but tonight I caved to her idea of going to a club. Maybe meeting a guy. Though I didn’t really think I would follow through with it. Until now.

      I glance over my shoulder to see the man who has his dark eyes trained on me. He looks like more than a man. He fills out his expensive dark gray suit. I know it’s expensive because my dad owns hundreds.

      Everything about him seems dark. His eyes, his hair, and the power that is flowing off him. I can tell just by looking at him he’s a man in charge. It rolls off him in heavy waves. I’ve been around enough of them to know what that’s like. Men like this make up the company my dad keeps.

      A smirk pulls at his lips, revealing his perfect smile. I bite my lip and glance back to Julia to see if maybe he’s really looking at her. As I do so, our security guy steps out of the way as a server comes up and sets down another round of drinks and two shots.

      Vodka. Julia sings the word. My eyes widen, but she reassures me. It’s fine. Swallow and chase it with your drink fast. You won’t even taste it. I raise my eyebrows at her. Okay, you’ll taste it, but you won’t die. I laugh.

      To the next journey of our lives. She holds up the shot glass as she says the words. It makes me pause for a moment because I don’t know what my journey is. I know what other people want—well, more specifically what my father wants. College. I’m not sure that’s what I want, though.

      To the unknown, I hedge, as we clink our shot glasses together. The bitter taste hits my lips, sliding down my throat as it turns into a burn. I pick up my drink and chug it down, trying to get the taste out of my mouth. Julia giggles next to me, then screams, Hell yeah!

      I shake my head at her. A giant smile lights up her face and I see it’s not at me. She’s looking at someone else. Just as I turn to see who she’s looking at, she announces, I’m going to dance. Have fun.

      The man from the bar is standing behind my chair. The guard must have let him in. I look up at him. He seems even bigger than before. I know my eyes grow wide. He places his huge hands on the back of my chair, and his warm honey-whiskey smell fills my lungs.

      I’ve been waiting for you. His voice is deep, just like I imagined it would be. But I wasn’t prepared for the goosebumps that break across my

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