Brutal Romance

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re her clothes. She probably thought this was the end of her time in the Perot company. I was not about to have my lowlife h

ing his shirt and the redhead had left. The audacity. What could we have to talk ab

ist or marriage counselor", he said, unable to stare directly into my eyes while he spoke. His gaze wa

rt or betrayal. I remembered when I first met him. He looked like an adventure sitting, waiting just for me. I knew he wasn't one of us ivy league kids whose parents donated millions to the school just to announce their dear child had chose

still be holding up humans and when it rained the couch got soaked from the leaking roof. The soaked couch if left too long in the living room would begin to give off an acrid smell.

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nd have the press know about it before I even see this man", father had order

d enough man who could teach his daughter real life values, he began to make wedding plans. He didn't care if she wanted it or if they were in love, f

thing to save", while he said this, he drew closer to me. He placed his arms aro

my neck, moving down to my chest while his hands held my back to keep me secure. While

smell like that whore. Let me be, I have to th