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MEGAN
My d**k and I will be waiting. That was all I could think about as I drove home from the station. I was… irked by Hayes because he was too good-looking for my own good. When I’d caught a glimpse of him in his truck parked behind the scene, just watching, my heart leaped into my throat.
Which pissed me off. More than the drunk taking a pop swing at me had. I didn’t want to be excited to see Hayes. I didn’t want to want him again.
But I did. Even after three days. And he knew it.
I didn’t even like him having that bit of control over me. Pressing me into a barn and f*****g me hard was one kind of control. Telling me my n*****s were hard and I needed some D to take the edge off was another.
As I pressed the button to shut my garage door behind me–with more effort than necessary–
