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JED
I dropped to my knees and vomited up what was left of my breakfast.
Between Welker’s bullshit from the pulpit and Aiden’s texts that had shifted the world beneath my feet, I wanted to flush myself down the toilet I hugged.
The door opened, and I knew without looking who entered. “How could you?” I gasped out and gagged again.
I expected an apology, but Aiden didn’t speak. Shaking my head, I closed my eyes, trying to talk my stomach into calming down.
I’d never felt so violated in my entire life.
Wildcat—how did he know about my favorite gay couple, my secret indulgence I allowed myself once every couple of months?
I gagged again at the thought that Aiden would get onto my computer without asking.
And he’d found my secret stash of toys.
Bile erupted from my mouth, splatteri
