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BE SOMETHING TO YOU

Auteur: Mirabella
last update Date de publication: 2026-10-16 04:23:24

XAVIER

I do not turn around. My palm is flat against the cold roof of my car, my jaw locked so tight my teeth ache, the weight in my jacket pocket pressing against my ribs.

“I highly doubt we have anything to talk about, Eva,” I manage to speak through gritted teeth. “I’ve said all I came to say. I’m sure you understand your position now.”

She chuckles.

“My position?”

I turn around to face her.

Every trace of the tearful wife is gone. Her cheeks are dry. Her lipstick is perfect. She stops a
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  • My Stepbrothers’ Plus-sized Obsession    KEEP IT SMALL

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