CHAPTER 14: SARAH
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Sarah stared at the door. Nick was an a*s and he could sit in his car and rot. She straightened her hair and splashed water on her face. She pulled her makeup from her purse, reapplied her lipstick and used concealer to cover the love bite. She refreshed her perfume and headed toward the banquet hall, feeling each step between her thighs. He’d been rough and she’d loved every second. She would’ve gladly, no eagerly, gone home with him, if he hadn’t been such a jerk. She stopped at the bar and got another drink and then found Peter. Dinner was over and everyone was mingling.
“Hey, you okay?” asked Peter.
“Yeah.” She was. She felt more confident and at ease even in the crowd. She would’ve never guessed that a quickie would do that to her.
“You sure? You were
