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The Boxer in Broodmoore

The Boxer in Broodmoore

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jul 13, 2015
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I watched as he took a sharp inhale, hands resting on his knees, as he struggled to catch his breath. He gulped loudly as he looked up at me and smirked. "Baby-Doll, you've got a hell of a punch." I smiled, held out a hand to help him and quietly, yet confidently said, "I know." *Contains suggestive language, explicit scenes, trigger events. * Read at your own risk.
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I woke up with the biggest hangover ever. I felt something heavy over my chest, so I looked down. Sure enough, it was him. Trey Parker. School bad boy, rebel, player, minipulater. I screamed loudly, making him wake up and fall on the ground. "What the hell!" he yelled. At this point, I remembered absolutely nothing from last night, especially where i was, so I was screwed. "Oh, no, no, no, no! Please don't tell me I slept with you!" I yelled. He looked confused, but that lasted only a second. He put on his smirk that made any girl weak in the knees, and said those deadly words, "what, you don't remember last night, baby?" I guess it's true, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

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