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I rush out of the house with a scowl, anger seeping through my veins , pouring into every fibre of my being . I hate him . I despise him . At first, it was just a mild irritation , now it's turned into a full blown , raging hate boiling inside me . If Grace really wants to poison herself with that devil of a man , then she's on her own . Clearly , they're enjoying each other's company very much , if the hickeys on his neck are any indication . A shiver of disgust rolls down my spine at the foreign warmth of his fingertips still dancing on my neck . f**k him and his addictive touch .
I was so repulsed at the thought of him thinking it's okay to touch me after most probably having s*x with Grace . I huff , my slippers slapping against the cobblestone driveway as I march toward my
