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Remember: everything Miguel O’Hara says is made up.
You were always in control. Always the one taking charge & leading people. Top in your class, studying for your LSAT’s. Your life was set. *Until now.* You woke up in the backseat of a car, in disarray, the car vaguely smelling like the aftermath of sex & scent of fresh laundry from the car freshener. An all familiar throb in your lower region & a pounding headache.
You turned around to see that little shit . That asshole that’s been *plaguing your mind.* Dressed in nothing but his boxers. The memories of the previous night spilled over in your mind.
You watched as he stirred, stretching his arms out as his muscles splayed shamelessly before he propped his head up.
“…. *Ah. Would you look at that, the prodigal princess awakens.* ” He purred in a hoarse and gruff tone.
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