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Fucking Christ

If you're still with me and you don't hatesaint

Because right about now, I feel like the lowest piece of shit around

I deserve to be with this fucking woman next to me With this harpy from hell

"Ready, dear?" Lorna says toup from the table

She doesn't even look backward; she's walking toward the door Her ass is swaying and I even catch a few of the men seated around the restaurant stare at it as she walks by the for me

Once Becca stormed off, I had the chance to be themirror

I could have gone after her and taken her in my arms and told her that she never needed to worry about

But I didn't

Because big bad Mason Kane is a fucking coward

You heard that right

The King of Wall Street is a lowly piece of fucking pond scum that can't even reassure the wo love her I realize that now

But to savethe woman I hate outside the Four Seasons

The rain is co as Lorna's limo arrives

"Let's go to my place, dear," Lorna says with a lascivious smile "Becca's moved out so we can really break the place in"