I didn't. I controlled my temper, but I had to walk away to keep from murdering them both. The next day, when Natasha came to my house to apologize and explain herself, she told me that not only had she slept with Reed, but Amy and Reed had, in fact, been sleeping together as well. I went ballistic. Fist through a window, eight bottles of Tylenol, type of ballistic.
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Great to see you here! Incredible backstory for Pure Hate. We write what we "know." All the best!
I'm reading pure hate now and it's really good so far. 3rd or 4th book I read by you so far. Top tier, more people should Def read they are missing out.