Betrayal isn’t in the past, it’s sitting right across the table.
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"Have you fucked this bitch?"
The words slid off my tongue with a venom I didn't even try to mask. My voice was low, cold, controlled, exactly how I needed it to...
Betrayal isn’t in the past, it’s sitting right across the table.
—-
"Have you fucked this bitch?"
The words slid off my tongue with a venom I didn't even try to mask. My voice was low, cold, controlled, exactly how I needed it to...