The arrogant bastard is back… myself.And I fell for him. Hard. Then he left with no explanation other than a pathetic goodbye note.Now he’s back and at my best friend’s wedding of all the damn places, demanding a second chance. I’m so done with him.Except, I can’t stop thinking about ripping that suit off his delicious body.But it’s fine, I’m fine.As long as he doesn’t kiss me or touch me or look at me, I’ll be fine!Scratch what I said before because I’m so screwed.more
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