DIRTY, ROTTEN SEXCAPADES (Er0tica Collection)
I sat there in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.
Before you judge my life choices, let me provide a little context. Once upon a time, I was a romantic. I was the girl who believed in cinematic finales. That was before I met Antonio. Antonio had a French accent that sounded like endless orgasms and a smile that could convince a nun to rob a bank. We met in Paris, married in three weeks, and I flew him back to America like a prize trophy. Two years later, I woke up to an empty bed, a drained bank account, and a missing jewelry box. He hadn't just left. He had taken out two mortgages on the debt-free house my adoptive mother left me.
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