Chapter 45 You Don't Have A Choice

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"Preston," I snap, his name burning a path from my throat to the tip of my tongue. "The dipshit who was just hanging all over you."

Oliver blinks, his mouth parting slightly before he lets out a dry, exasperated huff. "I can't fucking believe you, Rhys. You were watching us? Like some fuck...

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