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I covered my face with my hands. No. No. No. Dear Lord. I need to stop. Immediately. This is wrong. I’m a responsible adult, responsible for my age anyway and this is a book. It’s words. Just words. But my brain is choosing to betray me, painting pictures that are… gross. And hot. And terrifying. And inappropriate. All at once. I slammed the book shut and shoved it onto the bed beside me. Breathe, Kate. Breathe. And then my phone vibrated.

"That is not what the book says." "The book was written by someone who has never had to bow to anyone in her life." Pilar sat back down. "You are overthinking this." "I am trying to learn how to do this right." "You are trying to over-perfect it." I pressed my palms against the table. "Then what should I do?" "Stop reading. Start watching." "Watching what?"

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Author's Note: Hi guys, When I first started this book I though I would give it a book two but since the reaction on this one hasn't neen encouraging, I have decided to end the book here as I also have other pending works for me. I hope that you all understand me. I will be posting the epilogue soon. Thank you for reading.

The only way to stop something like this— Is not to fight it. Not to disrupt it. To end the interaction entirely. “We remove the connection,” I say. Ezra frowns. “How.” I take a breath. Because this is it. The final step. The one we can’t take back. “We stop interacting with it completely,” I say. Matteo blinks. “…That sounds like the opposite of what we’ve been doing.” “It is.” “And that’s supposed to work.” “Yes.” Ezra studies me.

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

“You think I am stopping just because you came once? No, baby. I have been waiting too long for this.” Fuck. This was the end.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

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