You Look Just Like Her.

You Look Just Like Her.

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Alternative universe where Heather dies when Hunter is 7, Hunter doesn't know how to deal with child neglect and parent death at the same time. Archer is very mentally unstable and just wants his beautiful wife back. Hunter is obsessed with his father and can't stand being less important to him than Heather. DISCLAIMER! You already saw it in the tags but this fanfiction deals with some heavy topics. You are consenting to reading this fanfiction if you clicked on it so if you want to complain about how fucked up it is in the comments please save yourself the energy and just stop reading here. I do not condone any of the abuse I write about in this fanfiction, this is intended for people who can differentiate fiction from reality. 18+ ONLY Cover art by me. Original fanfiction on AO3 (and more!) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33987655/chapters/84529738
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***COMPLETE*** Book #2 in the hookup series - MUST READ THE FIRST BOOK in order for this one to make any sort of sense. "Keep doing that and I'll be forced to throw you over my shoulder and take you home" "Really?" I smirk turning toward him knowing how much I'm turning him on. "Why?" "You know fine well why" he says, his eyes flooded with lust. "This scrap of material you're wearing isn't doing anything to help" "You mean my dress?" I ask feigning innocents as I brush my lips across his neck. "If you can call it that" Hunter responds looking down at my attire. "What else would I call it?" I bat my eyelashes playfully and Hunters teeth grind together. "A fucking test of my self control" He growls into my ear and I full on laugh. I love that I still affect him the way I do.

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