INTERNAL SIN
He lifted his hand to punch me again, but resisted and withdrew his phone from his pocket, tossing it at me; thankfully, I caught it and scanned my eyes at the screen, discovering an article updated 10 minutes earlier with a prominent title.
"Has the nation's most cherished couple torn apart?"
The title reverberated in my thoughts, and then reality hit me as I glanced up at Blaze, stunned and afraid. "I'm sorry," I stuttered. How could I have forgotten we had a thing with him before?
He laughed hysterically. "When have you never been apologetic, you bloody bitch, I've been phoning your fucking phone for hours!"
I frowned. "My phone? but it wasn't ringing,"
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