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BEATRICE:

My face flushed at Christina's question. What the heck was she asking like that? And above all, why did it have to be Drake’s dick? Oh, great. The two words were a rhyme now.

“You're blushing, Beatrice.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Don't tell me…this is huge? Did you touch it a couple of times? Like it? I bet you like the texture,” she continued as if her mouth had no filter anymore.

If I could see myself now, I would surely look like a red tomato.

Fanning myself I declared, "Are you a pervert? Stop saying that kind of nonsense."

"It's not nonsense, okay? Does my question make you remember something, huh?” she teased. “I bet he is huge given how you continued to cling like that to your ex-husband. Were you always satisfied in bed?”

Would the ground swallow me right now? My heart could no longer take her questions.

“S-stop it! This is no longer funny.”

She burst out laughing. “You should have seen your face, Beatrice. I know you still miss the sex. It's normal. Don't you t
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