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Chapter 3 Point for him

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rs and my skin was marked very easily. I didn't want souvenir bruises, thanks. Against all my principles, I stood still with my head down. Submissive, so I trembled because the only

few nerves I had left. Without even speaking, he was killing me. I heard anoth

His breath was soft and warm. Was nice.

mutter before seeing myself caught

st have seemed pathetic to her, sitting on the floor and covered

fine an

was going to speak I remembered the gag. I made several stupid sound

nd it gave me a headac

e is a son

not how you should treat any of them. I w

now this girl, so don't defend her, she far e

me. Maybe both. What did go away was that I

rite at the moment. Kneeling in front of me and for me made me want to dance arou

I made me dizzy but Hunter was like a spring day (but not a cheesy and male version). With his left hand, he loosened the handkerchief th

us combustion

"I'm sorry cutie but I don't want us to stay here forever. We will continue arguing at Hunte

head. God, this could only happen to me on February 15 with a month to deliver a book that still has

d man has attacked me" The eyes green of Salem were expressionless. He was a good listener "You know I love you, right, pretty

nto the cage and leave enough food for one month.

love and consolation (which was just a cat). I didn't w

to finish a book" I asked G tryin

s eyes widened as

My evasion didn'

his eyebrows leaning

tin

e "Not one of those cloying corny ones, o

them shouldn't write such filt

have them? Was he implying that I didn't

without a point of support and with my

e he and

laughed "The truth is that you do not appear 22 or as a joke. You lo

height is within the average and I don't wear makeup because I'm at home, in ca

AY ANYTHING GOOD TO YOU BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LEAVE ME. YOU ALWAYS ATTACK ME AND YOU DON'T BULLY ME IN THE LEAST. YO

MAKE ME BRING OUT EVERYTHING BAD THAT IS IN ME. I USE TO BE PEACEFUL BUT I WANT TO KICK YOU IN THE F

ttle thing you are" I blushed "No

I answered

you would think I was paralyzed or that

ked his tongue, took me by the arms,

yes were mesmerizing. His back was broad, but not his whole body was like that. It also seemed to be pure muscle. All the fat that should have belonged to him was on my ass. Injustices of life ... His face was like that of a statue. Beautiful. His features seemed to have come out of a painting. But

going to unleash you for now" G broke

mn

eached his height I turned around. His laughter

much cutie, and the little re

und someone, it was going to be his. I didn't trust G and his bipolarity. I put my hands on Hunter's back and shivered. How could it be so sexy? That was n

out of my mouth without permission. God.

didn't know what to call you. I'm Hunter, although I guess you knew that. G

lus

dating her, Hunter" Something annoying took me by the hand and pressed me against her si

rtner?" Hunter challenged a

they been

er, not someone like... you" he looked at him with

idn't want to know the answer either, because it could (and had many possibilities) scare me. Then an idea occurred to me. One of those that made me smile in a way that sh

. It's perfect" I put my hands together happily at the idea "They just got married and need me to stay at their house while the

not a bad idea, cutie ... Some

ith my mouth op

maging through my things. But what...? He pulled out a beret with a gesture of triumph and put it on his head. At that moment I did believe I had died. It was the strangest and funniest thing in the world. It seemed like a little girl wanted to play with him and just let it go.

ay that it didn't seem like him at all, except for the detail of "

oubtful "Come Take the s h

en so happy. This place was like my own castle and inside I could do whatever I wanted. He didn't have to listen to anyone's complaints or requests. I was free to do what I wanted and to keep the house as I want

nd quite another for them to be playing a pair of one-armed. What little shame. A lot of muscle and lots of bravado, but they were s vaguer s of the wo

ey asked who was the bride and who was the groom, although that was clear" I smirked and left them frozen on the stairs, still holding hands "I hope Matty remains the same of tender. I love your cat. I h

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