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The Parker I knew was a stoic, reserved, and utterly passionless man.
I could never have imagined that underneath it all, he was this… insecure, repressed mess.
13:06
My first thought was that I had the wrong account. I scrolled down, my heart pounding, feeling like I was uncovering a profound secret.
DrunkenShark: Couldn’t stop myself. Went into her bathroom again. If she ever found out I was the one who
took her missing lingerie, she’d hate me forever, wouldn’t she? I don’t want her to hate me.
DrunkenShark: I hate myself for this. I’ve ruined so many of her things. I was right not to touch her.
DrunkenShark: I walked around shirtless in front of her earlier. I wonder if it seduced her at all. The stupid
towel was in the way. She couldn’t even see that I tattooed her name on my hip.
DrunkenShark: She told me today she thinks there’s a thief. I acted calm, but inside I was panicking. I couldn‘
t bring myself to confess that I was the thief.
DrunkenShark: This hurts so much. I don’t want to keep crying out your name in my dreams. I just want you
to look at me. Please, Nora, just look at me.
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The floor dropped out from under me.
The further I scrolled, the more my hands trembled. Shock and astonishment gave way to a dizzying thrill.
My missing lingerie… was taken by my supposedly frigid husband?
Parker had a kink?
And he was… in love with me?
Then what the hell had he been pretending at for the last six months?
Reading Parker’s secret posts was like a firework display exploding in my mind, the exhilarating shock of it all threatening to consume me. My God. I needed to find this repressed man and have my way with him,
right now.
I snapped my phone shut and flew down the stairs, my slippers slapping against the floor.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
In the living room, the chatter of Parker’s friends died down as two devastatingly handsome men stepped
inside. The room went silent.
They all exchanged confused glances until one of them finally broke the silence with a low, “Holy shit.”
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Chapter 2
A sense of dread washed over me.
Because, of course, this was the exact moment that Cassie’s “gifts“-the model with the eight–pack abs and
the stud with the chiseled chest–decided to arrive.
