Faking it with the Hockey Bad Boy
My chest heaved, and I wanted to scream, to run, and to disappear, but my legs wouldn’t move.
Jaxon storming off was a blessing in disguise because I didn’t need him seeing me break down from the stares I am getting now. So it was better that he concluded that I was some manipulative girl using him to play games with Trey. If he ever found out about my scars, about the truth, I wasn’t sure which would be worse, his disgust or his pity.
Now with finality, Chloe, Tiffany's second in command, stepped forward without any warning. She lunged at me with her fingers hooked into my kimono and ripped the fabric with one vicious yank, and my shoulders were left bared.
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