James Freaking Bond

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MEGAN Oh. My. God! FORREST HAD a gun under his pillow. He. Has. Gun. A freaking gun. He was sleeping with a gun under his pillow like James f*****g Bond! Was he a spy? Or was his life in danger that he had to keep a gun with him? My body was still trembling to that thought that I didn’t know him at all. I cared about him, but I couldn’t be with a man who spied or killed people. He was dangerous or his life could be in constant danger. That was probably the reason why he was using an alias—Oh god! Was he an undercover agent and messed up with dangerous people such as his father? He probably sold drugs or guns for a living. The gun under his pillow, his secret identity, the penthouse as his secret lair, his job as a bartender. Oh, my God! His father wouldn’t hunt him down in the first p

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