CHAPTER 27

by S. Cinders 10:58,Dec 31,2020


Mark

I could hardly believe that we were flying on my private jet—correction, our private jet—headed back to hillbilly hell. I was feeling ten kinds of shit about what had happened in my office with Sutton after that douche canoe Gabriel showed up.

I never lost control like that. But it had happened twice now when Sutton was concerned. I was well aware that I had lost all objectivity when it came to her. I had vowed right then and there that I would take a step back.

Whatever...

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