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isiting Larissa when I was certain she was done with her stupid engagement party

t of me hoped she wasn’t in love with the man she recently got engaged to becaus

t of my way to always check that she was okay. When she had started dating Alexander, I thought it would be a fling like the oth

f she wasn’t home. My men had seen her dickhead boyfriend dro

had plagued my dreams every night since I broke up with her. Before now, I was only able to keep up with her li

son, it’d be in the form of a walking five-foot-nine bl

ome but I also didn’t expect h

she opened the door back. “Wha

I had a dark satisfaction knowing I knew how she looked underneath the shirt. She had a butterfly in the spot in between her boobs beca

s in front of my face. “I asked you what you’re doing here.” She repeated, her voice

u were gett

e, but she pulled herself together fair

the fact that I’d been keeping tabs on her for

ing to figure me out, but her stare was only doing dirty things to me. I trie

red her house, making her walk backward. I closed the door behind us

e else. All I could think about were how she always let me fuck her however I liked. Did she give herself to Alexander l

ut I was. I had no right to kiss her, to touch her, to hold her, to fuck

ke wine and that was the only plausible explanation for her allowing me int

I lookin

o make a decision that would change both our lives again. She wasn’t pushing me out of her house. She wasn’t screaming at me for only showing up

t me.” She an

, baby, I more

y cheek as I turned to look at her. She was the only one who dared to slap me. Any other person

he saw the expression in my

e.” She responded anyway, despite

Her breathing became more labored as she looked up at me. S

e.” She added, not breaking

one to do the rig

k of her neck and my