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“Oh,” she said in a hushed whisper and then did something I never thought she would do.

“Oh? Who the fuck was he, Chloe?” I asked.

And I wouldn’t be asking her again.

One way or another, I was going to get the answer out of her.

And if it was what I suspected... then I was going to hunt the bastard down and rip his hand from his body.

The same hand he had used to touch the one person who was untouchable unless it was by me.

And when she opened her mouth and said the words she had,I was on a date... I had no choice.

Fuck.

I was adding another black mark to my soul.

And I didn’t care. Not one single fucking bit.

Chapter 11

Chloe

Two weeks later, I didn’t say anything when the guy I had been on a date with, Jacob, Jared, John, something that started with a J, had completely ghosted me.

Because the entire date, everything had felt wrong.

The way he held his fork.

The way he drank his drink.

The way his eyes moved to other women.

Everything.

And I knew why... it was because he wasn’thim.

I was screwed.

So, freaking screwed.

I sighed as I folded the last piece of laundry and put it in the drawer.

And when I turned away from the dresser, something caught my attention.

Was that a creak on the stairs?

That was odd.

My parents were out on their weekly date night.

But before I could make a move away from the spot I was in, something all in black burst through my door.

And before I could scream, a hand was clamped over my mouth.

My body was turned and pressed against my dresser.

Hands.

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