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Way 22: My Bully’s Hot Dad(3)

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My Bully’s Hot Dad

Chapter 3: Dangerous Game

The next few days at school felt like walking through a minefield. Jaxon was unusually quiet after his father’s “talk” with him, but I could still feel his eyes on me in the hallways. He didn’t corner me like usual, but the tension between us had changed — it was colder now, more calculating.

I kept my head down and focused on classes, but my mind kept drifting back to Damien. To the way he had touched me. The way he had looked at me. The way he had
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