Chapters (48)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR ALEXA MARTIN’S PLAYBOOK SERIES
- Titles by Alexa Martin
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Epilogue
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Okay. So it’d be a safe assumption to say that I haven’t been out with a guy in a long, long . . . long time. It wasn’t a conscious decision I made or anything, but life got in the way. Plus, dating sucks these days. I was on the apps for a month before I deleted them all. I’d rather be a spinster than have to deal with that many dick pics. But that doesn’t mean I need Liv to babysit me while I’m getting dressed.
This is what I get for opening my big mouth. I should’ve kept this a secret.
“He said to dress comfortable, and nothing is more comfortable than leggings.” I know I’m not a style guru like Liv, but I think I look cute. It’s November in Colorado. Boots, sweaters, and leggings are my go-to.
“Fine,” she grumbles before going into my closet. “But at least wear these boots and not your UGGs. There’s comfort and then there’s pajamas. Leggings with UGGs is pajamas.”
“I will agree to the boots, but not to your point. UGGs are the best and you’re just a snob.” I take the knee-high boots from her hands and set them next to my bed.
“How are you going to wear your hair? I think you should leave your curls, they’re gorgeous and you never wear it like that.”
I don’t know how old I was when my dad realized he had no idea how to manage my tight curls and started taking me to get relaxers. If you don’t know what relaxers are, bless you, child, and thank the heavens that your scalp never suffered. Relaxers are perms that chemically straighten your hair. Your stylist puts on gloves (probably the first sign that you don’t want that junk on your head) and slathers the white cream directly to your roots. You then sit with it on your head as it starts to burn your scalp. Once the burn gets too intense—like it might start melting your brain at any second—you tell your stylist and they wash it out of your hair. The end result is perfectly straight, perfectly damaged hair.
I remember when I was in elementary school and another mixed girl came to my class. She had these beautiful ringlet curls and I wanted them so bad. And I’ll never forget what happened when I asked my dad and the hairstylist if I could have curls like that. “Girl no,” she said. “You don’t got those good curls. Your hair’s too nappy for that and your daddy can’t handle all of that.” They both laughed as she slipped on the gloves and started parting my hair.