Chapter 17 The Hate is Real

Jalen’s POV

Wednesday – 6:22 a.m.

I roll over and sigh, not from contentment, but from pure frustration.

She’s lying there beside me, all wrapped up in the sheets, wearing nothing but the flimsiest scrap of silk and lace that could barely be called a nightie.

If the hell that went down three year...

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