• Chapter 6

  • youred, words cougly falling ane

  • Zayyy paused, suddenly pressing his forehead against mine with a cocky raised eyebrow:

  • Stut you’re burung up. So you actually are sick?

  • is grip loosened as he laughed.

  • “Whatever, I’ll give you a pass this time.”

  • 1 doubled over, fighting back the urge to vomit

  • “You couldn’t even text me that you were sick? Still doesn’t explain why you’ve been dodging my messages. You ball on me then try to disappear?”

  • Zephyr kept listing all my supposed offenses against him.

  • When I didn’t answer, he suddenly jammed his hand under my shirt, his smirk turning predatory:

  • “Let me see if my favorite little nerd remembered to wear what I like.”

  • I had zero strength to fight back as he forcefully yanked me against him, his hands going everywhere.

  • His grip was bruising, his movements entitled, his breath hot against my ear.

  • His fingers traveled freely across my skin, roughly grabbing and squeezing whatever he wanted.

  • my arms protectively around myself, desperately trying to push him away.

  • to his friends, yet today he still thought he had

  • more humiliation did he plan to put

  • despair overwhelmed me, tears streaming down my face.

  • energy, I choked

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  • Chapter 6

  • “Get off me….”

  • Zephyr finally

  • me even tighter, his voice

  • babe? Still

  • tone feigned concern but his words were

  • yesterday and that bullshit online? You

  • do behind closed doors doesn’t mean we’re a

  • what this

  • over some hookups? That’s heavy

  • was literally saving her life. Don’t be such a clingy bitch–it’s a bad look.”

  • get what actually matters. No wonder everyone says you’re psychotic,

  • Known everything all

  • comments would destroy a

  • to

  • humiliated me in

  • never once stood up for me, not with a

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