Chapter 21: Merrigold.

Antonette Liebermann 1.6k words

His breath was on my neck. As much as it tickled my sensitive sweet spot, it reeked of cigarettes, liquor... smelt like a dry ashtray that I constantly had to clean out every single day for him. I could not handle anymore of it. His arm tightly was wrapped around...

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