With a bitter scowl, I loosened my grip. Because the idea of hurting her made my stomach churn. Even if I was so pissed off that my ears were ringing. Hell, she could’ve suplexed me headfirst into the damn corner, crushing every last vertebrae in my wretched spine, and I’d still be tragically pussy-whipped.
With a raging hero complex.
F*ck my life.
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P.S. – Sorry it’s a bit long this week. Oops!!