Chapter 9 Chapter Eight

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Thayne’s sister sashayed away, her hips swaying like she owned the room.

She glanced back once, her red lips curving into a slow, mocking smirk, and blew me a kiss that felt like a slap.

I stood there in the middle of the marble floor, wine-soaked dress clinging to my thighs, the fabric ...

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