She wouldn't tell me her name or her number when she disappeared from the hotel room after the hottest fucking night of my life. With her, it was like emergency flares mixed with jet fuel. And guess what? It works for me just fine. Do I sound like an asshole to you? That's because I am. I've just sold 99% of women on going home with me. Honestly, I don't need to say anything else. I've got a big dick and an even bigger bank account. Reading Challenges: Casee's 2019 GoodReads Challenge, Goodreads ChallengeĪmazon | Barnes & Noble | The Ripped Bodice | Google Play Books Reviewer: CaseeĬontent Warning: View Spoiler » Sexual Situations « Hide Spoiler At the same time, they can be train wrecks. I cannot stop reading/listening to Meghan March.
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