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I clutched the receipt between my fingers. The paper was cold as ice, but it burned through me like flame.
"What are you talking about?" Asher’s brows knit together, confusion clouding his face.
I had to drag the words out. "You bought this for Linda."
His frown deepened. "What?"
"The lingerie, Asher. You bought it for Linda!" I gripped the fabric like it might burn me, wishing it were anywhere but here.
Realization hit. His eyes fluttered shut. "Fuck."
"You wanted to f**k me and pretend I was her." Nausea surged, wild and alive, clawing up my throat. I placed a hand over my mouth. "I’m going to be sick."
I felt filthy. I wanted to rip the damn thing off and scrub my skin until it was red and bleeding.
"Where did you find this? It was tucked inside my closet." His voice was
