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Ryley Jameson. I hated that bastard with every fiber of my being. He could have any woman he wanted and it had to be something of mine. Hell, I could have anyone I wanted, but I chose her. I was a pretty good guy and would do anything for her, yet she wanted a man who would most likely cheat on her the first second he got. And now, to top off this clusterfuck, she was pregnant. If I could only get her to see that I would give her everything that cocksucker couldn’t.
“Would you like another one?” the bartender asked, shoving his floppy brown hair out of his eyes. If I was him, I’d cut that Bieber s**t right off.
I looked down at my empty glass and chuckled. “Sure, why not?” It’s not like I have anything better to do. The girl I love was most likely in bed right this moment, f**
