Chapter 32
My head is pounding as though I've drunk an entire bottle of tequila and washed it down with whiskey. I'm not sure what's worse, the headache or the memories. I groan as I think back to my unexpected dance with Caius and the dirty minx I was on the dance floor. I would have f****d him despite all the people surrounding us. I'm almost thankful he hates me right now. I wish I could hate the damn liar who tricked me into falling in love for his own twisted purpose. Then I think of Clive, and I get a little sick. Not only was I some wretched fool throwing myself at my killer ex, I'm also the slut who touched two men in one night. Oh damn. Clive... his tongue... my body... oh no. If he hadn't stopped me, I would have f****d him without hesitation. Stupid Fey bullshit. I hate our world right now
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