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Sage peeled out of the parking space. f**k, f**k, f**k! With trembling hands, she raced through the neighborhood and steered onto a highway ramp. Hitting the accelerator, her gaze fixated on the speedometer as the needle spun farther and farther to the right. Seventy miles… seventy-five...eighty...eighty-five...Hell yes. She began cackling, clearing out the pent-up hysteria jamming her throat. In the wake of her last laugh, tears welled up and coursed down her cheeks. Just as she feared, the floodgates burst.
It was her own fault. He’d addled her brain with hot s*x, and she’d given her trust too easily. So, they’d spent some time together. So, they’d had a few deep conversations. Clearly, it didn’t mean anything beyond s*x. “Damn him to hell and back,” she screamed as she twisted the
