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He shook his head, his expression al I knoas I was afraid if you kneho I was, you’d hate me”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused “Why would I hate you?”

I was so confused What did he mean – I’d hate him if I knew? I’d be thankful that he returned the letters I wouldn’t hate hiether I would have still fucked him Maybe Probably

There was no doubt that I wanted him almost from the moment I saw him

“I have to go,” he said “I’o

“I know you got the letters by mistake,” I said “Why would I hate you for that?”

He backed away “Goodby

e, Miranda I’m sorry all this happened”

Then he turned and left er

“You’re a bastard,” I said to him but he didn’t stop or respond I don’t knohat I wanted hiht so I could be with him

I wanted to run after him and hit hiht he was – an honorable for his own company, who couldn’t seem to resist me

Instead, he was a liar who deceivedabout

I turned and ran back to the car, closing the door and covering er door and slipping in beside me

“What’s the ?”

I shook my head, unable to speak at the moment I wiped my eyes and stared off into the distance Finally, I was calh that I could speak