Hate to Love You By Elise Alden Despite my slutty reputation, I was
technically a virgin at eighteen—though that tosser Alex sure shot hard and reached
long. The faint positive on the budget pregnancy test sent me spinning, moments before I
was supposed to meet my snooty sister’s new fiancé. Shaking hands with upper-crusty
James was like downing a triple shot of vodka. Dizzy with desire, confused by my body’s
reaction, and shocked by the possessiveness flashing in his eyes, I deceived him that
night and told the world at their wedding reception. The truth? I slept with my sister’s
fiancé. Hot and sweaty, all night long in a room so dark he couldn’t tell I wasn’t her.
The lie? Said fiancé is the father of my child. The one I signed over my rights to just
before he was born. That was seven years ago. It’s time to come clean. 95,000
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