“No, princess, you stay here, we’ll go somewhere else,” he insisted, and I leveled a scathing glare at him. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your princess. I’m your fat girlfriend who you’re tired of sharing, right?” As I moved to my lingerie, I was pleased to hear their chorus of chokes. Gone was the green strappy set that Briar had gifted for me. A pang of regret hitting me. It was one of my favorites that he’d bought me for Valentine’s Day. The silk slipped through my hands, tainted forever. What did they gain from this charade? I was busy sifting through my memories to find clues I had missed.
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