“Did you come here just to talk about Invictus H.H Group? Do you have a membership flyer or something? Next time just leave it at the door,” I said in a clipped tone. I didn’t feel safe alone with Trent. I felt dirty, his filthy, appraising stare crawling over my skin like spiders. Trent chuckled, but it was cold as ice. He didn’t like to be made fun of. Men like Trent were all the same. What he lacked in dick size (I assumed), he made up with a supersized ego. “Funny. You’re a funny girl, Winter. Your dad told me something funny earlier this week,” Trent said. I held my tongue. When I failed
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