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I forgive easily though, but my first impression with him was really a long shit. Then I replied his text. What if I say I'm not forgiving you anymore? You'll be like the last time you flattened my battery with missed calls and texts? Better go and jump inside Lagos lagoon. Idiot!. I'm becoming a weirdo small small. I won't take shits anylonger. I've been too cool for these people all these while. Let the game start. My phone buzzed again. Hey mammie, watch what you say. I can make you regret it you know. Anyway I've got no time for dumbass like you, got to go, too busy for shits.

“i switched it for some aphrodisiacs. So now you're turned on instead of energized. Good to see you this weak again.” He pulled dangerously close to me. My lips quivered. “We can't.” "I want you to cum now, Jax" He gripped my neck. Tightly. His left hand moved towards my cock and it jumped. Fuck. “Hell no. I can't be doing this here, Ci—” "Rough. Hard. Just do it. For me." I spat, rolling my eyes. "I'll cum to the sight of boring medicine ads than to you. I—"

"So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game"I sang screaming on top of my lungs. Noah started this whole game with his dick ass of a best friend Dickens and I was going to end it. Speaking of Dickens,I still had people investigating on his whereabouts but so far I got nothing.

Maybe I should just go to prison and escape all this humiliation. This place sucks! The owner of this place sucks and I’m starting to hate him.

Sarah Boredom seeps into my bones as I mindlessly scroll through F******k. Vincent has been busy, and when he came home, he went straight to sleep. He hadn't been pouncing on me, and I should be relieved, but...I am almost disappointed. Ugh! Something is definitely wrong with me! F******k is doing nothing to cure my boredom, either. Nothing but washed-up high school friends posting selfies of their perfect lives and humblebrags of their latest vacations makes me want to hurl the phone across the room.

And a damaged one at that. Suck it up, asshole. Make it about someone else for a change.

"What does that mean?" "I would be the worst wife!" I blurt out. "I suck at everything, Lana! I suck at being a girlfriend! That's why Brandon cheated with a better woman! I suck at being a wife! My marriage is literally fake! The only way I can make a man marry me is if he wants to make his ex jealous! I suck at being a secretary! I literally quit within less than two months! I suck at being a daughter! I literally cut off my entire family for a foolish boy! And I suck at being a mom! It took my baby ten weeks to figure that out! So no! I don't want Damien to marry me for real! I would be the worst wife!"

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I know I need to let the current take me and not fight it, even as I can’t see or hear anything but red water. It’s official. Hell sucks, and they even ruined water.

“That's what you do best, isn't it? Clean up the messes created by your poor judgment. I, on the other hand, cleaned up the mess created by your poor communication and my mother's poor impulse control.” The tension was suffocating. This was the rawest they had ever spoken, stripped of their public masks. “Why do you hate me so much?” Eddie asked, the question escaping him in a ragged, low whisper, sounding less like an accusation and more like a weary demand for an explanation. I gave a dry, humorless laugh. I should be the one asking you. “Hate you? That requires effort and emotion, Eddie. I don’t feel enough for you to hate you. I simply dislike the contract you represent and the prison yo