OMG! My Physical Therapist Is My Ex-Boyfriend
Agatha Christie
The moment I pushed open the clinic door, I nearly fainted on the spot—the sexy physical therapist in that white coat was Ethan, my ex-boyfriend who I dumped hard two months ago!
Even worse, my mom was sitting right there watching, so I had no choice but to grit my teeth and endure his "professional treatment."
This bastard, hiding behind his doctor's coat, used every treatment excuse to do whatever he wanted with my body.
"Relax, your body still remembers my touch," he whispered in my ear.
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Even worse, my mom was sitting right there watching, so I had no choice but to grit my teeth and endure his "professional treatment."
This bastard, hiding behind his doctor's coat, used every treatment excuse to do whatever he wanted with my body.
"Relax, your body still remembers my touch," he whispered in my ear.
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