Twisted
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"Yeah. He understands what he has to say to get back in your pants. I see how drunk you are. You played right into his little game."
"I'm not sleeping with him!" I screamed, yanking off my shoes and throwing them to the floor. "Are you happy now? You've fucked me up so bad that I can't even enjoy a night out with a good friend! Well guess what: tomorrow's a new day."
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Table of Contents
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX