Dumped By My Boyfriend Claimed By His Stepbrother
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didn't dare look back, afraid that those thugs might be chasing me. Fina
my mother's car. The streets looked so different up close, so odd and unfamiliar. I pa
brother, Peter. People said he was the worst son of Henry Holmes, but his father had given him access to all h
wealth and fame. But now that the tables had turne
e air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat. I made my way to the bar and or
l the world started to blur around the
oice nearby. "Isn't that Pete
im, their bodies moving in a way that was almost obscene. I felt a surge of ange
d night with Peter, Bryon's stepbrother? Would
t showed off my curves. I walked over to Peter
his charming prince, girls," I s
me, their eyes narrowing. But they knew bet
hand on his arm. "Just one dance,"
all over his face. "What do you think
and bitter. "Who cares what
that's right. He dumped you, didn't he
pressed my lips against his, cutting off his
s wide. "Are you serious a
rl. I grabbed another drink from t
" I said, standing up a
s doing was wrong, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel something, any
started driving. I didn't ask wh
kissing Peter's neck. He moaned, his
foggy from the alcohol coursing through my veins, but I knew exactly what I wanted in that moment. I
close, his breath hot against my ear. "Just re
mance? That's the last thing on my
the pain, even if only for a little while. We shed our clothing as we ma
t it?" Peter asked, hovering ove
s. "No, I just need to forget. For one night, I w
ch growing more insistent. I surrendered to the sensations,
e that consumed us both. I clung to Peter, nails digging into his back, as if I cou
ning - that this path led nowhere good. I was playing a dangerous game, dancing on the edge of sel
ow, I just needed to feel something besides the gaping emp
, a sudden knock at the door jolted me back to reality. Peter ro
rlier swagger gone. "You need to go. Now,"
confusion cutting thro
here right now. I'll explain later.
got dressed, my stomach churning with a sickening m
his shoulder furtively as if expecting trouble. The
light of the hallway, the full weight of my choices came crashing d
And what fresh he
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