Loved by the Villain
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I reply, and then we hang up.
I let out a long, shaky breath as I set my phone down on the nightstand. I’m glad that the conversation is over. I really didn’t want to get into the details of last night, not with anyone. It’s too fresh, too painful to talk about. And besides, what would I even say? That some random guy at the club tried to drown me because I wouldn’t go out with him? It sounds ridiculous, but it happened. It’s real.
And now, I’m paying for it.