Entangled In His Master Plan

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ruggling to focus. Th

hat glittered far below. A penthouse. The sheets

seiz

an' s crisp white dress shirt was all I was we

es were nowh

asleep b

of moonlight filtering through the enormous windows. His

as

boyfriend, had called it quits. His excuse was pathetic, somethi

the sting of tequila, a deep voice cutting thr

shut. I needed to g

itting the plush carpet. I moved like a

on a leather armchair. My purse an

g. I didn't bother putting the d

a morbid curios

e the face of the man I ha

ward the bed, h

is sleep, rolli

ight hit

my throat. The world

uldn'

Ethan

lived with my family for six months with