My Arrogant Ex Is My Gaming Master

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ton night sky, dropping straight into the w

rt lounged deep in the corner of a black leather sofa. He swirled half a

glass coffee table, lit up. A blue bubble

ss down. His long fingers swiped across the sc

s jaw instantly snapped tight. The deafening

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of his mouth curled into a sharp, mocking smirk. Playing hard t

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dden, irrational spike of irritation flaring in his chest. A bitter, metallic taste instantly coated the back of his throat. The single word he'd just sent felt like a heavy stone

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cal blade sliding ri

pulled at her lips. The back of her throat burned. Her eyes stung, but

ord of confusion. Not out of care, but out of basic financial prudence. Bu

t the wood with a dull thud. She stood up a

the sink. She cupped her hands and splashed the i

Drops of water slid down her cheeks like fake tears. The vulnera

She grabbed the mouse, clicked on the PDF fil

he paper disappearing. She let out a long, shaky exhale, expel

ut the Boston skyline. She clicked off the desk lamp.

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