THE Obnoxious
He said confidently.
He gave a wicked casual wink, then slid a hand over the front of his pants like it was some kind of prize and strutted out with a smug smirk, leaving the door ajar.
A string of curses immediately ran through my mind. Even if he was Joseph Roland, how can a guy be that cruel? Does he really think girls are made of paper; something to wrinkle, tear, and toss aside whenever he wants? We’re human too. We break, we bleed, we carry our own storms. Guys like him… honestly, the world would be better off with fewer of them. And yet, hating him doesn’t erase the strange feeling I’m going through especially because… I’ve never been that close, that attached with
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