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Chapter 7

Author: Nyct
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-04-11 06:35:43

Aryn

I crouched down just below the edge of the doorway, my back pressed against the wall as I leaned closer, straining to hear. Their voices were low, but Brandon had always been the type to talk too loud when he thought he was saying something clever.

“…fit enough for you?” Brandon’s voice oozed with arrogance. “You sure all the debts are cleared? I mean, I know my girlfriend wasn’t worth much, but she should do fine in bed.”

I stopped breathing.

My blood turned to ice.

What?

He chuckled, that same smug sound I used to think was charming. “She’s untouched too. No other man’s had her yet. That’s what makes her valuable, isn’t it? Fucking pure.”

My stomach twisted.

He was talking about me.

I wanted to run in there and scream. I wanted to claw his face off.

But I stayed frozen.

He kept going, his tone turning even cruder. “She always acted like she was above it, like she was too good to fuck. But you know what they say—those are the ones who end up the freakiest in bed.”

I felt l
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