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Chapter 90 - Diversions

Author: Lin Daniels
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ALONSO POV - FOUR YEARS LATER

I'm drunk.

Yet, I don't stop drinking. I take another shot from a fake pair of tits that are displayed for me on a silver platter.

I feel unhinged tonight, the memories I'm trying so hard to suppress banging at the back of my head.

So the alcohol, the tits, the blonde hair that is fake as fuck, and the long legs are all a diversion.

A diversion, so I don't have to think about her.

It's been over four fucking years since she disappeared from my life, and I'm still thinking of her. She's a living parasite in my brain.

I have everything I've ever wanted. Well, not everything everything, but I'm well on my way.

Fingers that look like talons rove over my stomach, up my chest, around my neck, and into the back of my hair.

Her body follows suit, and she glues herself to my front, the fake tits not even squished with how hard they are.

Her breath warms my ear, and I have to admit that she doesn't smell half-bad.

"Do you want to ge
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