Chapter 141 A SICK JOKE.

BRITNEY’S POV

My hands were still trembling from the way I slapped that man.

I dropped my bag on the couch and rubbed my face. “Why couldn't he just mind his fucking business?” I groaned.

As if I wasn't having it bad, already.

I sat on my couch and pulled out my phone from my bag. The jerk menti...

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