CHAPTER 49: NICK
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When Nick got to Sarah’s the door was locked. Tank was already barking but he knocked anyway, as he tried to keep his temper in check. He was glad she was being safe but he needed a key. She opened the door, wearing a pair of exercise pants and an old T-shirt. With her hair pulled back in a ponytail and no makeup on she looked sixteen. Images of last night tumbled through his head—her hanging n***d, his face buried in her p***y, making her scream.
“Hey,” she said and stepped aside, bringing him out of his fantasy and back to the reality of the fight that was to come.
“I need a key.” He walked past her into the living room.
“What? Oh, yeah. I guess.” She closed the door.
“I’m living here, right?” He tossed another full duffel bag onto the couch.
“Ah...yeah,
