" You’re not even that hot from this close. If I could take it back, trust me, I would. You are nothing like what I thought you’d be.”
“Thanks,” I drawled. “And here I was hoping you were in love with me.”
Another fake smile. “I don’t to love, and you’re not my type anyway, sorry.”
Like I’d believe that after I saw the pictures she’d taken of me half-naked. “My heart is fucking broken, sweetheart.”
“As it should be, and don’t call me sweetheart.”
I chuckled and shook my head. The nerve. "

― Ella Maise , To Hate Adam Connor