Bad Boy Billionaire: F#cking Jerk 3 - Plot & Excerpts
Or was it hours? I didn’t know. I was literally struck dumb with shock. Carrie had set fire to my house? Carrie? Clay’s sister? That couldn’t be true. I’d misunderstood. Or she was lying. Or…or she’d done it by accident. No, she was lying. She had to be. But why? Carrie smiled. Oh, she was joking! It was a rotten joke. A cruel joke. I shook my head. “Do you think this is funny?” “No. I’m sure it isn’t funny. Not for you.” She patted my knee. “Why would you say that, then? Why make such a stupid joke?” “It isn’t a joke. Whatever gave you that idea?” She stood, snatched our glasses and carried them to the kitchen. I stammered, uttering nonsense syllables as I watched her.
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