Chapter 22

Joanna Mazurkiewicz 2.5k words

Dexter

 

 

Harry had his arms around Sasha. What the fuck was going on? A shot of raging jealousy singed my chest, but I tried to ignore it. I hadn’t seen her since she got that fucking phone call. Fuck, even now she looked sexy as hell, wearing skimpy black...

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