“I didn’t ask for your help,” I muttered, too exhausted to properly argue. “So fuck you.” An alarm bell went off in my head and I bit back a sigh. I swore I sensed the mischievous grin that inevitably crossed… — Natasha McNeely Copy Share Image
“I didn’t ask for your help,” I muttered, too exhausted to properly argue. “So fuck you.” An alarm bell went off in my head… — Natasha McNeely Copy Share Image
“For one… If you shoot me and your boss realizes it was without good reason, you’ll have fucked up your trial period. And trust… — Natasha McNeely Copy Share Image
