Craving My Mother's Hot Fiancé

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ath, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. But I pu

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ross the surface of the water my hair floated around my face like seaweed. For

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The way he'd looked at me through that scr

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pened my mouth and let out a soundl

everyone? Make me wear that stupid dress, parade me around l

felt good. Better than the hurt. Better than the humilia

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deeper. The pressure built i

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my life, my time, my body. I'd supported his stupid biker lifestyle, attended his p

for

"Wine Girl"...a viral humilia

r. The anger was easier to handle than the pain underneath it. Th

f you'd dressed like that all the tim

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ensified, spreading through my chest like wil

g only exhaustion. Heavy, crushing exhau

he point o

kick toward the surface. I knew I should.

My thoughts started to scatter and fade like

l part of my brain whispe

ck. The water pressed in from all sides, cold

started

ce shattered. I felt strong hands grab me, fingers digging into my

se and mouth, burning my throat. Someone was holding me, an arm lo

d was sharp, leaving

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