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~ Darren ~

Present

She looks hot in that black dress and those high-heeled shoes.

Damn.

I don’t remember her ever wearing shoes like that for me.

From my car parked across the street, I watch Bridget walk into the restaurant. It took me more than two years to track her down, and she’s so close, I can hardly wait another second to confront her. To see the look on her face when she sees me. What will her reaction be? I don’t delude myself into thinking she’ll be happy to see me. She left me for a reason, and whatever that reason is, I doubt it’s changed.

I’d be satisfied with mortification.

Because she knew better. I didn’t give her permission to leave.

So now I’m taking her back.

Whether she likes it or not, she’s mine.

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