"What if I asked you to satisfy my needs?" he asks lowly in my ear and I inhale a sharp breath.
"What do you mean, Bailey? What do you want?" I ask my tone hushed.
"I want you,"
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Independent Sequel to Being Snow Maliks
Hey, it's me aga...
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"Don't fall for me. I will break your heart." I tell him zipping up my pants.
"Why?" he asks still wrapped in the sheets.
"I'm a heartbreaker, it's what I do." I shrug.
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WARNING: Explicit Sexual Content and R-rated language!FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY!!
"I did what I had to. The difference between a player and a heartbreaker is that the other never loved you in the first place." -Skyla Moore
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This author deemed my story worth writing about because she thinks I am a player. You probably already think so too and I do not blame you because of the way she is going to make it seem. Like it was all some sort of game to me. I am not going to say what I did was right nor am I going to explain, but take this from a heartbreaker like myself.
Do not fall for a heartbreaker, things that fall break. And if they say they will catch you?
