Elena CrossThe alcohol burns through my body in hot waves—hotter than my micro-dick ex ever made me feel.I down my third shot of vodka and welcome the fire tearing down my throat. I loved Blake. More than all five of my exes combined. I loved him so much that I squirmed and faked my moans just to feed his fragile ego. And somewhere in my stupid, juvenile heart, I thought he was my forever. We’d have six kids, and live happily in a farmhouse, far away from the world. I've always dreamed of a fairytale wedding with him, me in an overflowing lacy wedding gown handmade with love, while my ridiculous assistants—Clara the parrot and Carol my dog—watch like they own the place. Blake will be in his expensive suit, with a pretty smile and jet-black hair. He just had to ruin it like a freaking raccoon! I sniffle and suck up a sob. In my head, I’m holding a whip, and Blake is in rags, chained and bloody as he kneels before me, begging for mercy, my dazzling white dress is now black, maybe
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