My Cheating Ex Thought He Got Away With It — Until My Accidental Text To A Crime Boss Ruined Him
Part 3
Heather Davis stood frozen in the glass-walled conference room.
Her fingers were completely numb as her heavy clipboard clattered to the hardwood floor.
She was trapped in a room with Dominic Vargas, a man who could erase her existence with a single word.
How was she going to survive the deadliest mistake of her life?
Dominic leaned against the mahogany table, his dark obsidian eyes tracking her every panicked breath.
He picked up the cracked iPhone from the table and turned it over in his large, calloused hands.
“You have a very interesting way of sending threats, Heather,” he murmured.
His voice was a low, incredibly gravelly baritone that vibrated through the room.
His presence consumed the space, smelling of expensive cedarwood and cold, calculated danger.
“I think there has been a mistake,” Heather stammered.
She backed up until her shoulders hit the cold glass wall behind her.
She desperately pressed her trembling hands against her slacks to stop them from shaking.
“I was trying to text my ex-boyfriend, Tyler Robinson.”
Dominic slowly tilted his head.
His expression remained perfectly deadpan and unreadable.
“You send a message to my secure line, threatening my life and mentioning the boutique hotel hit, and you expect me to believe it was a typo?”
The room spun violently as the terrifying reality of her situation crashed down on her.
It had all started the previous Tuesday, a rainy October evening that completely derailed her painfully normal existence.
Up until that night, Heather’s biggest problem was figuring out how to pay off her student loans on a junior event planner’s salary.
She lived in a tiny, drafty apartment on a quiet street with her golden retriever, my dog.
She had a boyfriend of four years, Tyler, who she sincerely believed she was going to marry.
Tyler was a reliable accountant who wore sensible sweater vests and drank oat milk lattes.
He complained about his lower back and got highly anxious when he consumed too much caffeine.
She had trusted him implicitly with her entire life.
That illusion shattered entirely when she walked into Tyler’s townhouse unannounced to bring him takeout.
He had texted her earlier claiming he had forgotten his spare keys and was locked out.
She didn’t just find his keys safely sitting on the granite counter.
She found him deeply tangled in the expensive expensive cotton sheets she had bought him for his birthday.
He was right alongside Megan Smith, a junior associate from his firm who he had repeatedly sworn was just a friend.
Heather hadn’t screamed or thrown any objects in a fit of rage.
The profound, blinding shock had simply numbed her entirely from head to toe.
She dropped the keys on the hardwood floor and walked out without a single word.
The sheer silence had terrified Tyler significantly more than any screaming match ever could have.
When she returned to her apartment, the numbness finally faded.
It was violently replaced by blinding, white-hot rage that consumed her senses.
She poured a massive glass of cheap red wine and sat heavily on her faded velvet sofa.
She blocked Tyler’s number immediately, refusing to listen to his pathetic apologies or cowardly excuses.
But the immense anger still needed a powerful outlet.
She desperately wanted to send one final, devastating blow from an unblocked line.
She pulled out an old, cracked work iPhone and typed his phone number purely from memory.
In her blind, alcohol-fueled fury, she swapped a four for a nine without noticing.
She aggressively typed a message expertly designed to inflict maximum psychological damage.
Tyler had claimed he was on a business trip at the boutique hotel downtown.
She knew now it was a romantic weekend getaway with Megan.
Her fingers practically flew across the glowing screen in the dark room.
I know everything.
I know everything that you did at the boutique hotel, and I have all the pictures to prove it.
You are a dead man.
She aggressively hit send, feeling a dark, petty sense of satisfaction wash over her.
Two minutes later, the cracked phone loudly buzzed with an incoming reply.
Who the hell is this?
Heather dramatically rolled her eyes, assuming Tyler was simply playing dumb to avoid consequences.
Do not play stupid with me, she rapidly typed back.
I am going to completely burn your entire life to the ground.
The reply that slowly followed made her blood run entirely cold.
Listen to me very carefully.
You have precisely five minutes to tell me exactly who you work for and how you got this number.
If you refuse, I will definitely find you, and begging for your life will not save it.
She scoffed aloud, assuming Tyler was just trying to act like a tough guy to scare her off.
Nice try, she confidently replied.
You are pathetic.
She tossed the phone aside onto the coffee table and immediately went to bed.
She was completely unaware of the terrifying chain reaction she had just blindly initiated.
She did not know the number actually belonged to Dominic Vargas.
The powerful Vargas family had ruthlessly controlled the city ports, the underground casinos, and half the corrupt politicians for three long generations.
The boutique hotel was the precise location where Dominic’s loyal men had secretly executed a rival cartel lieutenant just two short nights prior.
To Dominic, an unknown number had just entirely bypassed his highly encrypted security.
They had confessed to having photographic evidence of a mafia execution.
And they had boldly threatened his life.
The next morning, Heather woke up with a pounding headache and dragged herself to work at the event agency.
Her regular neighborhood coffee shop was abruptly closed to the public.
Its windows were entirely papered over and intensely guarded by massive men in tailored suits.
By noon, her boss, Patricia, excitedly pulled her into the main conference room to meet a mysterious high roller.
That high roller was Dominic Vargas.
And he was currently trapping her completely against a cold glass wall.
Dominic stared at her in deafening silence for ten agonizing seconds, actively dissecting her sheer panic.
He reached firmly into his tailored pocket and smoothly pulled out a small manila folder.
He dropped a thick stack of glossy photographs on the mahogany table right next to the phone.
Heather looked down at the images, and her stomach violently twisted with intense nausea.
They were incredibly detailed surveillance photos.
There was Tyler passionately kissing Megan in the grand lobby of the boutique hotel.
There was Heather walking cautiously to the crowded subway that very morning.
There was Heather innocently buying coffee yesterday afternoon.
“My dedicated cyber team traced the ping from your text in less than three minutes last night,” Dominic said.
His voice was terrifyingly, unnervingly calm and collected.
“I had a highly trained team directly outside your apartment building by two in the morning.”
“I had your entire life history pulled, verified, and analyzed by sunrise.”
“Heather Davis, twenty-six, no criminal record, absolutely clean background.”
Tears of sheer, unadulterated panic finally spilled helplessly over Heather’s eyelashes.
“Please, I swear to God I just dialed the wrong number by accident.”
“I was heavily drunk and I sincerely meant to type a four instead of a nine.”
“I do not know anything at all about whatever terrifying thing happened at that hotel.”
Dominic stepped significantly closer, completely looming over her small frame.
He placed one large hand on the glass wall right next to her head, entirely caging her in without touching her.
“My trusted advisers told me to put a bullet in your head while you slept,” he murmured intimately.
He slowly looked down at her desperately trembling lips.
“A direct threat was made against my life.”
“A highly secure location was explicitly named.”
“Standard protocol strictly dictates that I must permanently erase the liability.”
A loud sob caught painfully in Heather’s dry throat.
She firmly closed her eyes, fully expecting to die in a corporate conference room.
“Look at me,” he commanded with absolute, unquestionable authority.
She cautiously opened her eyes, directly meeting his dark, intense, and mesmerizing gaze.
“I watched you leave your apartment this morning,” Dominic said softly, almost thoughtfully.
“You were definitely not scanning the street for tails, and you were clearly not armed.”
“You just looked completely, utterly heartbroken and defeated.”
His dark gaze dropped quickly to her mouth for a fraction of a second before confidently meeting her eyes again.
“I quickly realized you were telling the absolute truth.”
“You are just a completely innocent civilian who made a very, very stupid mistake.”
Heather let out a long, highly shaky breath of profound relief.
“So, you are going to let me go?” she whispered hopefully.
A desperate spark of hope instantly ignited deeply within her chest.
Dominic’s lips smoothly curved into the faintest, most dangerous smile she had ever witnessed.
“No,” he firmly replied without a single hint of hesitation.
“You confidently walked into my hidden world, Heather.”
“You successfully breached a secure communication line that people regularly die just for knowing exists.”
“If I let you simply walk away unharmed, I look incredibly weak.”
“And Dominic Vargas is never, ever weak.”
He stepped comfortably back and casually adjusted his highly expensive platinum cufflinks.
“Pack your personal things immediately.”
“You no longer work at this company.”
“Your boss has already been heavily compensated for your incredibly sudden resignation.”
Heather sharply gasped, actively pushing off the cold glass wall in sheer disbelief.
“You absolutely cannot do that.”
“You cannot just successfully kidnap me in broad daylight.”
“I am definitively not kidnapping you,” Dominic smoothly said, holding open the conference room door.
“I am officially placing you under my absolute personal protection until I decide what exactly to do with you.”
“You will come quietly and cooperatively.”
“You will get safely into the black SUV currently waiting downstairs.”
“And you will entirely belong to me until I explicitly say otherwise.”
“If you scream or attempt to run, I will have my men pay a very personal visit to Tyler Robinson.”
“I will happily show him what incredibly real threats actually look like.”
He paused thoughtfully, looking slowly over his broad shoulder at her.
His dark eyes gleamed brightly with an intense, terrifying dark possessiveness.
“After all, you did explicitly say you were mine to deal with.”
“I am just politely holding you to your very own words.”
“Let us go right now.”
Heather sat rigidly upright in the back of the heavily armored heavy SUV.
Her knuckles were entirely, painfully white as she gripped the sharp edge of the premium leather seat.
The dark tinted bulletproof windows significantly reduced the bright afternoon to a muted, depressing gray blur.
The drive to the sprawling estate took nearly an entire hour, navigating efficiently through winding, secluded roads.
Heather stared helplessly out the tinted window, anxiously watching the vibrant autumn leaves blur violently into a smear of bright color.
Her mind raced chaotically with a thousand terrifying, inescapable possibilities.
She was deeply trapped in a rapidly moving vault with a highly dangerous man who commanded absolute, terrifying authority.
The luxurious leather seats smelled heavily of expensive polish and Dominic’s incredibly dark, intoxicating cedar cologne.
She actively tried to desperately memorize the convoluted route, intensely looking for familiar landmarks or helpful road signs.
But the highly impenetrable tinted glass made it nearly impossible to see absolutely anything clearly.
Dominic absolutely did not speak for the entire remainder of the long drive.
His intense focus remained entirely on the secure, highly encrypted tablet resting comfortably in his lap.
He radiated a terrifyingly cold, expertly controlled energy that made the small, confined space feel even more suffocating.
Heather’s heart hammered violently and painfully against her ribs with every single passing mile.
She angrily thought about Tyler and his incredibly pathetic sweater vests.
She honestly wondered if he even realized she was currently missing yet.
She thought resentfully about Patricia, who had practically shoved her directly into Dominic’s waiting arms for a massive, life-changing paycheck.
She was entirely, completely alone in a dark, incredibly dangerous world that she did not even know existed yesterday.
When they finally arrived at the massive iron gates, Heather felt a profound, overwhelming sense of absolute finality.
The incredibly imposing stone walls were meticulously lined with high-definition security cameras and highly sensitive motion sensors.
Heavily armed guards actively patrolled the extensive grounds with absolute military precision.
Their hardened faces remained completely hidden behind dark, impenetrable sunglasses.
This was absolutely not just a lavish home; it was a heavily fortified compound specifically designed to withstand a prolonged siege.
As she slowly stepped out of the heavy vehicle, the sheer scale of the estate took her breath entirely away.
The stark architecture was highly intimidating, entirely lacking any welcoming semblance of warmth or comfort.
It was a terrifying physical manifestation of Dominic Vargas himself: cold, powerful, and utterly impenetrable.
Inside, the grand, opulent foyer echoed loudly with the sharp, crisp clicks of her sensible work heels.
The tall walls were beautifully adorned with highly valuable classical artwork, but the overall atmosphere remained heavily, oppressively silent.
She was officially a prisoner inside a beautifully gilded cage, entirely at the absolute mercy of the city’s most feared criminal.
True to his earlier word, my dog came happily trotting down the massive, luxurious hallway.
His small nails clicked joyfully against the beautifully imported, highly polished marble floor.
He completely bypassed Heather entirely and went straight to Dominic, happily sniffing his incredibly expensive designer leather shoes.
Dominic gently reached down, his incredibly large hand gently scratching the golden retriever right behind the floppy ears.
The unexpected sight of the city’s most feared, ruthless criminal happily treating her dog with quiet, undeniable affection was a highly jarring contradiction.
“Take her to the secure east wing,” Dominic firmly instructed a stoic woman who had just silently appeared from a side corridor.
He slowly turned his commanding attention back to Heather.
“You officially have the full run of the massive house, explicitly minus the lower basement and my personal office.”
“Do not boldly attempt to leave the protected grounds.”
“The entire perimeter is incredibly heavily armed and monitored.”
“How incredibly long do you plan to keep me actively hostage?” Heather demanded, stubbornly crossing her arms defensively.
Dominic quickly stepped intimately into her personal space, the temperature in the room instantly dropping.
“Until I am absolutely, completely certain the highly dangerous rival faction does not securely know you exist.”
“The men I brutally executed at the hotel were a major part of the deadly rival syndicate.”
“If they actively intercept your text and correctly trace it right back to you, they will not put you in a nice, comfortable guest room.”
“They will violently peel your skin off just to find out exactly what you might know.”
He slowly reached out, his thumb lightly, delicately brushing a stray lock of dark hair right behind her ear.
His touch was surprisingly warm, incredibly precise, and entirely, overwhelmingly possessive.
“You are staying safely here because it is the absolute only place on this earth where you are completely untouchable.”
“Get extremely used to it.”
Over the next highly confusing two weeks, Heather’s entire reality completely and irrevocably warped.
She was technically an unwilling prisoner, yet she was highly treated with a strange, incredibly dark reverence.
Her cheap, basic wardrobe was completely replaced with high-end silk garments and luxurious, soft cashmere.
Her delicious meals were expertly prepared by a world-class private chef, but she remained entirely, completely cut off from the outside world.
She actively watched Dominic closely from a highly careful distance.
She witnessed the terrifying, highly dangerous men who came to him in the dead of the dark night, cautiously handing over heavy, unmarked duffel bags.
She saw the absolute, completely unquestionable authority he flawlessly commanded.
He was definitively not a man who ever kindly asked for compliance.
He violently ripped it completely from the entire world entirely around him.
During her two weeks of captivity, Heather truly began to acutely notice the highly specific small details of Dominic’s vast empire.
She watched the way his loyal men deeply looked at him with an intense mixture of deep respect and absolute, visceral terror.
She saw the highly encrypted laptops, the untraceable burner phones, and the heavily, intensely guarded secure rooms located in the west wing.
She profoundly realized that Dominic Vargas was not just a mere mobster; he was the brilliant CEO of a massive, incredibly illicit corporation.
He completely controlled local politicians, powerful union leaders, and high-ranking law enforcement officials with highly calculated precision.
Yet, despite the highly inherent, constant danger completely surrounding him, he miraculously never once raised his commanding voice.
He simply never, ever had to.
His mere, highly imposing presence was completely enough to effortlessly command total obedience from everyone in his vast orbit.
Heather surprisingly found herself inexplicably, intensely drawn to that quiet, completely undeniable power.
She had spent her entire boring life desperately trying to safely follow the rules and play it completely safe.
She had unfortunately dated a highly boring accountant and reliably worked a grueling, incredibly underappreciated job.
And what exactly had that pitifully gotten her?
Deep betrayal, highly painful heartbreak, and a boring life entirely devoid of any real, fiery passion or excitement.
Here, deep in this dark, heavily, intensely guarded fortress, she surprisingly felt more alive than she ever actively had before.
She felt incredibly, fundamentally safe.
Yet, in the incredibly quiet, early hours of the crisp morning, she often secretly found him sitting peacefully in the glass conservatory.
He would quietly drink black, highly bitter espresso and casually read the morning newspaper with my dog soundly asleep directly at his feet.
The highly dangerous, terrifying beast actually possessed quiet, incredibly unexpectedly human moments.
The major, life-altering turning point dramatically came on a highly stormy Tuesday evening.
The dark sky outside was violently bruised a deep purple with an intensely impending thunderstorm.
Heather was quietly reading a novel in the highly opulent library when Dominic suddenly entered.
He casually tossed a highly thick manila folder onto the mahogany table directly in front of her.
“What exactly is this?” she asked, slowly putting her interesting book carefully down.
“Absolute accountability,” Dominic stated firmly, smoothly pouring himself a glass of highly aged amber whiskey from a heavy crystal decanter.
“Open it immediately.”
Heather hesitantly opened the heavy, incredibly thick folder.
The first detailed page was a highly complex bank ledger.
The second important page contained a long series of highly encrypted emails.
The third was a perfectly clear photograph of Tyler casually walking directly into a high-rise building with Megan Smith.
“Your highly pathetic ex-boyfriend currently works for the accounting firm,” Dominic casually said, taking a incredibly slow sip of his expensive whiskey.
“When my expert cyber team dug deeply into his miserable life to safely verify your incredibly wild story, they surprisingly found a massive, glaring anomaly.”
“Tyler was absolutely not just doing basic corporate taxes.”
“He was actively, highly successfully managing a long series of highly illegal offshore accounts.”
Heather blankly stared at the highly confusing printed numbers, her brow deeply furrowing in profound, total confusion.
“I completely do not understand what this actively means.”
“The massive accounts belong entirely to the deadly rival syndicate,” Dominic smoothly explained, his dark, calculating eyes completely fixed on her reaction.
“Tyler and his highly corrupt firm have been extensively washing dirty money for the exact violent cartel I am currently entirely at war with.”
“The single, highly specific location you randomly named in your accidental text would completely unravel his entire, highly hidden world.”
Heather’s breath suddenly, violently hitched.
“You are completely lying to me right now.”
“I absolutely do not need to ever lie,” Dominic confidently said, calmly walking around the massive table and safely sitting closely beside her.
He smelled incredibly faintly of fresh rain and recently spent gunpowder.
“Your incredibly accidental text message did not just randomly mention the boutique hotel.”
“It explicitly, highly dangerously mentioned a deep betrayal.”
“When the violent rivals profoundly realized their best men were completely dead, they rapidly started violently hunting for a security leak.”
“If you had not miraculously sent that text directly to me by pure accident, you would have predictably sent it to Tyler.”
“If he instantly panicked and quickly showed it directly to his cartel bosses, they would have highly logically assumed you intimately knew about the money laundering.”
“They would have brutally killed you without a single second thought, Heather.”
The highly horrific realization instantly hit her completely like a deeply painful physical blow.
Her stomach violently dropped, cold, intense dread rapidly pooling directly in her veins.
Tyler had definitively not just broken her deeply trusting heart and cruelly cheated on her.
His highly dangerous, incredibly secret life had unknowingly placed a highly massive, deadly target firmly directly on her innocent back.
“Where exactly is he right now?” she desperately whispered, her delicate hands violently shaking as she cautiously touched the surveillance photograph.
“Did you violently kill him?”
Dominic’s highly harsh expression remained perfectly, utterly impassive.
“I explicitly told you earlier I completely do not ever waste bullets on innocent civilians.”
“Death is far too quick.”
“It severely lacks proper justice.”
He smoothly reached directly across the table, firmly tapping a highly official legal document securely near the back of the incredibly thick file.
“I completely anonymously forwarded his dirty ledgers directly to the FBI financial crimes division.”
“I seamlessly simultaneously leaked his exact, current location completely to the rival cartel.”
“The highly armed feds aggressively raided his townhouse exactly three hours ago.”
“They easily found four million dollars in entirely untraceable cash secretly hidden directly inside his walls.”
“He was highly publicly arrested on incredibly severe federal wire fraud, mass embezzlement, and major racketeering charges.”
“It efficiently happened directly in front of his entire, highly judgmental neighborhood.”
When Dominic finally revealed Tyler’s massive, incredibly dangerous betrayal with the rival cartel, the highly confusing puzzle pieces quickly snapped into perfect place.
Tyler was definitively not just a highly pathetic cheater; he was a deeply desperate, highly greedy criminal who had foolishly risked her very life.
If Dominic had actually not intercepted that specific text message, Tyler would have inevitably handed her directly over completely to the cartel simply to save himself.
Dominic had absolutely not just actively protected her; he had actively, ruthlessly avenged her directly in the absolute most highly satisfying way completely imaginable.
He had completely, irrevocably dismantled the pathetic man who cruelly broke her innocent heart, leaving Tyler with absolutely completely nothing.
It was a completely cold, highly ruthless act of total violence, but it was also a deeply, incredibly profound gesture of intense loyalty.
Dominic absolutely did not actively offer her highly weak apologies or incredibly pathetic excuses exactly like Tyler typically had.
He actively offered her the absolute, total destruction of her worst enemies and the complete protection of his highly massive empire.
Heather stared deeply at Dominic in absolute, total utter shock.
He had completely orchestrated Tyler’s absolute, undeniable, complete destruction.
Tyler would immediately lose his accounting license, his pristine reputation, and his entire freedom.
He would highly predictably spend the absolute rest of his totally miserable life anxiously looking nervously over his shoulder deep in a highly secured federal penitentiary.
He would be perpetually, completely terrified of the highly violent cartel he had incredibly foolishly betrayed.
“Why?” Heather asked, her voice trembling in the quiet room.
“Why go through all this trouble just for me?”
Dominic leaned closer, erasing the small space between them.
He reached out, his large hand firmly cupping her jaw.
His fingers were rough against her skin, holding her with an inescapable grip.
“Because you belong to me now,” he murmured, his deep voice vibrating in her chest.
“He disrespected what is rightfully mine.”
“In my world, that requires a severe balancing of the scales.”
“I am not yours,” she breathed, her heart hammering frantically against her ribs.
“You are,” he corrected, his thumb tracing her lower lip.
“You just haven’t accepted it yet.”
“You absolutely never safely belonged completely in that incredibly mundane, highly boring life, Heather.”
“You successfully have far too incredibly much fire deeply inside of you.”
“You incredibly did not break completely down and actively cry when you suddenly found him actively cheating.”
“You perfectly planned to completely, fully burn his entire life entirely to the ground.”
“You effectively have a highly natural, completely terrifying predator’s instinct.”
“You absolutely, completely belong exactly right here, safely with me.”
He highly passionately kissed her entirely then.
It was definitively not a highly gentle, actively asking kiss.
It was an absolute, total, completely undeniable claiming.
It intensely tasted heavily of incredibly expensive whiskey, extremely dark promises, and total, complete ruin.
Heather’s small hands rapidly came completely up, initially deeply intending to actively push his highly heavy shoulders completely away.
Instead, her slender fingers tightly, actively curled completely into the dark lapels of his highly charcoal suit.
The deep, internal contradiction completely within her finally, totally shattered.
She was deeply, fundamentally terrified of him entirely, but she was deeply, irrevocably, actively drawn perfectly to the sheer, total power he offered.
She truly did completely not highly have to be the incredibly helpless victim entirely anymore.
Beside his massive frame, she was perfectly the completely untouchable, highly powerful queen of a vast, highly dark empire.
As she proudly stood fully in the highly opulent library, confidently holding the heavy crystal glass of perfectly aged whiskey, Heather finally, entirely understood.
She was absolutely not a victim anymore.
She was perfectly the highly chosen, heavily guarded queen of a highly dark, incredibly terrifying king, and she was absolutely never quietly going back.
When he finally, slowly pulled away, Heather’s heavy breathing was completely heavy and incredibly ragged.
“The violent rivals are completely, irrevocably dismantled,” Dominic said incredibly softly directly against her swollen lips.
“The massive threat is fully, completely neutralized entirely.”
“You are perfectly, completely free to confidently walk completely out of those massive iron gates exactly right now.”
“I will happily give you a completely new identity, an entirely new city, and more than enough money to absolutely never have to actively work entirely again.”
He slowly stepped entirely back, generously giving her highly physical space, though his completely dark eyes absolutely never left hers.
He was highly surprisingly offering her the incredibly open door.
Heather thoughtfully looked entirely at the completely open doorway of the large library, leading directly back completely out entirely into the incredibly cold, highly unpredictable world.
It was a completely terrible world where highly pathetic people exactly like Tyler easily lied and ruthlessly cheated entirely in the highly dark shadows.
Then she slowly looked exactly at the incredibly powerful, highly imposing man confidently standing completely firmly directly before her.
He was actively a monster, perhaps, but a highly effective monster who had incredibly successfully laid his worst enemies entirely at her very feet.
He had clearly offered her his absolute, highly unwavering, complete loyalty.
She confidently reached out, smoothly grabbing the incredibly heavy crystal glass of highly aged whiskey he had confidently left entirely on the table.
She took a highly slow, completely deliberate sip, the incredibly amber liquid burning a highly incredibly satisfying trail entirely down her throat.
“I actively think,” Heather thoughtfully said, her quiet voice incredibly steady and completely crystal clear, “I absolutely need to rapidly speak to the incredible chef completely about upgrading my dog’s daily meals.”
“He incredibly strongly prefers highly fresh salmon completely over beef.”
Dominic Vargas smiled incredibly deeply.
It was a completely terrifying, highly truly beautiful sight.
He confidently crossed the large room, smoothly wrapping his incredibly strong arms completely entirely around her waist.
He smoothly pulled her incredibly deeply completely into the highly dark, extremely protective shadow he perfectly cast.
She had successfully texted the entirely wrong number, but as the highly violent storm finally gracefully broke completely entirely outside the heavy glass windows, Heather deeply knew she had absolutely perfectly found exactly where she was entirely beautifully completely supposed to rightfully totally perfectly absolutely be.
THE END
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