CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT: The Queen Of Sirens, Not Innocent
♤♤ HAYDEN'S P. O. V ♤♤
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The phone screen flashes on and my eyes are instantly drawn to it.
Fuck….
Fuck.. she's…
I did not even see what the message was or who it was from but I could already feel heat rushing through my body because of the f*****g lockscreen photo. I picked up the phone and tapped the screen and found myself staring at her photo for too long. An absurd thought finds its way to my mind and corrupts my thoughts… sweetly…
Fuck, I miss her.
Well, not me, my d**k does.
There's a difference. I f*****g hate her, but my body craves her. I'm just a horny f**k and what I feel for her is nothing but lust, carnal desire, hunger a man feels for a woman he has f****d.
It's just a fleeting temptation,
