Stealing Her

Stealing Her

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This will be a companion book for "Stealing Me", a re-write of You Stole My Darkest Fantasy from my previously deleted account "TakeMe" ~~~~~~~~~~ "I'm not going to do that Jamie. A lot of planning has gone into bringing you here," I said with gentle authority. She stiffened. "Me? This is about me?" she asked, sounding truly horrified. "What else would this be about?" I replied, letting her direct the conversation, but not answering her question. Jamie pulled at her restraints just a little bit. "I don't know," she said, her voice once again shaky. "I thought maybe because I woke up and saw you... That you didn't want a wit..." Her voice trailed off, not finishing the last word. "No," I said simply. She clamped her mouth shut, but her chest heaved. "I came for you, Jamie."
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