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Labeled a SLUT

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Reads 426
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Parts 13
Time 25m

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Highest rank #62 on 16th May 18


The night after the party, I got up late in the morning.. I put my phone on charge and tried switching it on. I could see big dark circles around my eyes in the reflection in my phone. I felt myself to be looking pale, weak and lifeless.. I was brought out of my thoughts when my phone's screen flooded with messages. All of them were from my so-called friends. I decided not to open. Opening them felt like tearing the bitter memories of last night in front of my eyes.. The night I lost my everything..All Rights Reserved

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A Bad Boy's Worst Nightmare (Book 1)

She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.