He hit his steering wheel and I jumped. “Girls like you don’t get the girlfriend treatment.” “Meaning…?” “I know your reputation.” “Reputation and fact have nothing to do with one another.” “Fine. Let’s go upstairs. If that’s what I have to do to get these off you.” He slipped his hand underneath my skirt, between my legs. Flashbacks screeched through my head. Harsh hands. Pleading cries. Relentless warnings. And worst of all, no one to believe me. Well, I wasn’t that little girl anymore. I was an adult. A no-fear, badass, will punch a man in his throat adult. I shook, a volatile mixture of
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