Mixed Signals

Mixed Signals

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For as long as I can remember I've been plagued with mixed signals from Dylan Bennet. One minute he likes me...the next...he's got his hands all over some leggy blonde bimbo who only wants one thing out of him. Attractive? Check. Womaizer? Check. Rocking bod that any woman would love to wake up to every morning? Double check. Ever since we were kids, the man has been a target for the ladies. He's the deer, they're the hunters. And every time, the man is that much of an asshole who'd flirt with me one second, then have his tongue down another woman's throat the next , I have to wonder what in the hell I'm doing crushing on him like I have been for most of my adolescence. He doesn't pay attention to women like me. Not even close. Until he does. Well, if I'm going to find out his game, I have no choice but to play along. ***Mature Content 18+***
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