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I held my breath. My hands were in fists now, and I pressed them into my legs.
“He wanted to silence the one other person that caught on, and she might’ve said something. Too bad she never figured it out, but she is dumb. Quite dumb, though she acts like a princess.” A hollow laugh came from her. “She saw the same thing. She saw why Mason stopped giving a damn about me this year. That’s what she saw and why she was so confused that you were with Mason.”
I continued to hold in my breath and kept my eyes closed. No, no, no, no …
“Mason didn’t get that video of me sucking off Logan out of the goodness of his heart. He didn’t even get it to help Logan. This is Logan. He doesn’t give a shit if someone watches him getting a blow job. Oh no. Mason got that video because he was hoping it’d keep my mouth shut because he knows I figured it out.” She snorted to herself. “He didn’t want me to tell you what I know. And like I said before, I no longer give a shit. You want to know what Miranda saw all those months ago, even though she never connected the dots?”
I shook my head. I couldn’t lose them.
Tate continued to laugh as she started to back away. “Logan couldn’t love me because he’s in love with you. It’s finally out there now.” She paused and an abrupt laugh came from her. “Logan’s in love with you.”
She kept laughing all the way to her car, but I couldn’t move.
Logan was in love with me.
Fuck.



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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS


I have enjoyed working with Ami so much on this book. It felt like a team effort and that was so greatly appreciated. I don’t think I can express how much that meant to me, but I also need to thank my three beta readers: Jocelyn ([email protected]), Cami, and one that wishes to remain anonymous. All three were wonderful and there if I needed them to read something quick or give me suggestions, or just reassurance.
Need to do a shout-out to my readers and the admins in my fan group. To the admins, I’m continuously amazed at you guys. You guys are always there to promote, inspire, encourage, and even be the bouncers in the group. Thank you, so very much for your work. To the readers, you guys rallied around me and have supported me. I try to give back, but I don’t know if it’s enough to express my gratitude. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Next, I need to thank the ladies at Crazies R Us Book Blog. Holy shit. You two have gone above and beyond for me. You are a great blog, but you have also become like friends to me. Thank you for all your amazing help. Lastly, I need to mention my significant other. Prior to this book, we suffered a tragedy. Thank you for fighting at my side.

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CARTER REED




Douchebag’s here.
That was the first thought that went through my head as I crept into our apartment. It was my apartment—mine—and I had to slink inside because my roommate’s boyfriend was a pervert. I always snuck in when I saw his car in the parking lot, but this time was different. They were in the living room and my roommate cried out. I heard the slap next as he backhanded her and that stopped everything. I couldn’t move, but I could see them. Then he growled at her to shut up before he went back to his business. She still whimpered, but quieted as he kept thrusting into her.
I couldn’t look away.
He was raping her.
Sickness blasted me. I couldn’t believe what was happening in front of me.
He kept thrusting as he held her down in front of him. His legs held her trapped and he was leaning over with one of his hands holding both of her wrists together. He kept going. My roommate lay there in surrender. He had defeated her, broken her, and I was witnessing it all.