Mine Again

Mine Again

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"You said you loved me...does that mean nothing to you because it does to me?!" Pain evident on his tear stained face, it took all of my will power not to crash him into a hug and tell him I don't mean it and we could be together again but this was for the best "Love hurts, but this can't happen anymore, please don't cry I'm sorry forget me forget everything about me....forget I even exist" my voice slightly cracking as I turned around and walked away. Each step caused my heart to break but it was for the best ill never forget the summer I spent with him ____________________________________ Callie jones daughter of billionaires Carlotta-Rae and William Jones is your average good girl and has her future ahed of her waiting for her to make the move to grab it, everything was fine with her life until he bumps into a certain bad boy at a friends birthday party. When the two cross paths feelings are instantly evident but will her family name get in the way of the romance?
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