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214 pages, ebook
First published October 15, 2021
No more thinking about Ronan. He was probably out this Saturday night with a few of his MMA fighter buddies. And of course, with the groupies that hung around them like a bad smell.
After all those years apart, he still ached for her. It didn’t matter how much he drank to forget. Fucking an endless row of groupies didn’t work, either.
Ronan Mills had been nothing but a manwhore after their breakup. Or should she say even during their on-and-off again relationship?
“Never. You and I are done. Have been for a long time. Let me remind you; you screwed Miranda behind my back.”
“It had only been a day. One fucking day and you already slept with her! You may hide behind being on a break, but you broke my heart and I still hate you!”
She opened her mouth to respond but then a slender woman with long, auburn hair appeared next to Ronan and said, “I thought you were buying me a drink, Ronan?”
What mattered was that deep down she didn’t feel like she was his. Seeing him tonight at the sidewalk with another woman hurt.
He was the love of her life, but also the one person she would never let close to her again. Getting over this kind of heartbreak was hard the first time. It would devastate her now.
They’d only broken up that day because she wanted Ronan to stop hanging out with those lowlifes who encouraged him to fight for money.
But when Fianna gave him that ultimatum to stop fighting in the underground scene, even his brother, Duncan, who was an MMA fighter champion, said that he was stupid for letting Fianna go.
With her hands on her hips, she asked, “Why aren’t you in bed?” He hated to tell her because he was ashamed of his bed. His whole penthouse was a fuck pad—true.
“I know that we’ll never get back what we had, Ro. We’ve hurt each other too much in the past. When you fucked Miranda, I swore I would never fall for you ever again...”
The dirtbag had pinned a bed-sized mirror above his bed. She watched herself blink up in surprise. Did she really look like that waking up?
she couldn’t believe he was really hers. Until that nagging voice in the back of her mind said, “And how many others?”
Because she was sure the sick bastard had installed this mirror solely to watch his sluts suck him off.
“Yes. I have eaten other women’s pussy,” he said.
“Yes, I’ve fucked other women. Blondes. Redheads. Dark-haired women. Some had big tits. Some had small tits. Fuck. I’ve done threesomes with two girls and I’ve had one guy watching his wife cream all over my mouth.”