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Chapter Fourteen

On the surface . . .

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Victor Nawrocki was walking home from the bar, his breath stinking of domestic light beer and his face stinging from multiple rejections of his offer for female companionship. He was pissed that the bitch from apartment 134 . . . Jane . . . had skipped out without paying rent. He KNEW he could've had her eating out of the palm of his hand. 'Or licking my stuff off her hand,' he thought acidly. He was sure she was on the verge of breaking, and broken women were easy to manipulate.

He got to his apartment, which had the word "manager" printed in big letters so the useless morons he rented to could read it. But there was a surprise waiting for him there. Next to his door was possibly the hottest girl he had ever seen that wasn't on the cover of a porn DVD. She had a killer body, major curves, and curly red hair with a white streak in it. 'Things are beginning to look up,' he thought.

"Hey honey," he slurred.

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