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All in all, we looked hot.
    “To the bar,” Dianna cried out.
    The bartender had nothing on Lucas but he was straight and a looker. At this moment his gaze was riveted on Lena. She batted her eyelashes at him and next thing you know we all walked away from the bar—free drinks in hand. I had a diet coke in my hand while the girls drank some sort of green liquid. I wasn’t a fan of alcohol after everything I went through. We found a table with a clear view of the floor, I watched in amusement as the girls drank shots as if their lives depended on it. Hearing me laugh a dangerous glint flashed in their eyes. Uh-oh.
    I was dragged onto the dance-floor. The heat of bodies and the smell of sweat hung heavy in the air, the dry ice machines didn’t make it any better. A woman sang about clarity making my hips move involuntarily. Within seconds I had my eyes closed and my hips swaying to the beat.
    A pair of hot hands clasped around my midriff. My eyes shot open and I found myself staring up into the crystal blue orbs of one, Aiden Kingston. I opened my mouth to say something, but he touched a finger tip to my parted lips. He trailed his finger across my lips before dragging it down my neck, collar bone, between my breasts, over my cropped tube top, and down my belly. Finally he grabbed my hips and pulled me flush against his body.
    His damp t-shirt clad chest plastered against my sweaty skin, his big hands gripped and squeezed my ass, I could feel his arousal through his jeans against my hip, and his face pressed into my neck.
    He bent his knees and swayed me. My eyes fluttered closed while Aiden practically had sex with me through way of dance. Liquid pooled low in my belly and I wanted nothing more than to rip his clothes off and have him inside me.
    “I can’t stop,” he hissed through his teeth.
    I stared up into his eyes and I found a question in their depths. He was asking me whether he could do the very thing I was dreaming of doing with him. I wanted to nod. I wanted to give in. I wanted him.
    But my past chose that time to flash through my mind.
    Mia, you’re the type of girl a guy can have fun with. Nothing more. There’s just too much baggage surrounding you. You wanna make out or have sex then I’m your guy but if you want more; you’re gonna have to wait for a miracle.
    I let go of Aiden and stepped back. Aiden stared at me with another question this time. He wanted to know what was wrong. He thought I was going to put out for him but now I was walking away.
    You’re a fucking tease, Mia.
    I blinked hard. I would not cry. I hadn’t cried for almost two years. I wasn’t going to start now. I shook my head at Aiden and bolted out of the club.
    When you grow up thinking you were never enough... it stays with you, reminding you that no matter what you do it will never be enough, you will never be enough.

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    Seven Years Earlier…
    I met a boy. I think I was in love with him. We spent all our time together. He was practically the reason my mom had stopped hitting me and actually became closer to me. He was like a prince charming; in fact that’s what I will call him.
    I had a best friend at the time. She meant the world to me. Her parents had stepped in for me at the most important moments. Once her mother had brought her mom when my mom was beating me against the door, mom was trying to hold me steady while trying to get the top half of our kitchen door to slam in my face, my best friend’s mom was horrified and had immediately put me in her car and taken me to their home. She took care of me and made sure she put salve on all my bruises. She even held me in a way I wished my mom would. My best friend’s dad had treated me like his own daughter. He helped me with school work, gave me advice about boys and even helped me with a career choice and how to go about making the right choice for me. They filled the empty spots where my own family was supposed to be. Hell even my best friend became the sister