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Most people had the ability to say that their best friend was their sister, but all my sister had done was screw me over by fucking my fiance behind my back.
Even if I was the kind of sweet girl who was only a hopeless romantic, I had my limits, and heartbreak was one of them. After a wild night of partying, I woke up, hungover in an unfamiliar room, apparently belonging the Cole Morettie.
He was the kind of man who made you want to drop your panties in a second - even if you were in public. Not to mention he was an Italian devil who wanted me all to himself.
You Taste Like Strawberries
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While I touched myself, my phone rang.
I groaned when I picked up the phone.
"Hello."
"You have a tight kitty." I gasped.
"Who is this?" I asked.
"Look inside your closet."
I'm His, Not Yours
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Summary: As I ran at lightning speed, I bled from the rocks that scrapped the bottom of my feet.
At the moment, the pain was unbearable, but I welcomed it.
I rather had felt pain since I was no longer his mate, but his rejection.
