Mel Rodriguez

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A second later, West walks in. “Was that—?” “Yep.” “What the fuck happened?” I look down at Snowflake. “I sent her a dog.” Irritation darkens his handsome features. “Jesus Christ, Xander. What the fuck were you thinking?” My body shakes with pent-up rage. “Don’t you Jesus Christ me, West. At least I fucking tried something, asshole.
The Perfect Fit
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