“That I’m so easy? That I’ll fuck anyone?” “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not judging you—” “I fucking hate you, Thompson.” I let her pull her hand free. Breathing heavily, she opens her purse and takes out her phone. A moment later, she shoves it into my hand. I bend down to look at the screen, and suddenly my insides are frozen. The photo is colorful and clear. A blindfolded Hudson Moore is lying on his bed with his hands tied to the headboard. He’s naked, with only his hockey glove covering his dick. She never planned to sleep with him. She just wanted him to pay for making a bet about
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