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He looked like a teenaged girl, for fuck’s sake. And yeah, I was focusing way too much on this fucker and not enough on her.

Goddamn. She was gorgeous.

My heart pumped heavily inside my chest, pushing blood through my veins, and I wondered if anyone could hear how fucking loud it was.

A blonde in a red devil costume pressed against me, a come hither expression on her heavily made-up face, but I shook my head and gently set her aside.

I didn’t want anyone else touching me tonight.

Only her. My midnight draped goddess.

Her dark hair was pulled back in a high ponytail and her eyes were decked out with smoky shadow and liner.

Witchcraft.

She had on blood red lipstick, and I couldn't wait to suck it off her lips.

Or better yet, to see that red stain smeared across my cock.

Fuck, my dick was throbbing as I stalked her across the bar. When I got there, she raised her big brown eyes to mine,er, my mask.

Heat filled her gaze, and that was the only thing that stopped me from taking the thing off.

“Excuse me,” Pencil Dick said, as I crowded him.

I leaned down, right next to his ear.

“Move.”

That was all it took for him to run right the fuck out of there.

Good.

I didn’t want to get my hands dirty. But there were some things in life worth fighting for.

She was one of them.

CHAPTER THREE-CAMRYN

Afew minutes earlier.

Shit.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I pulled on the hem of the miniskirt, but it wasn’t like that was going to make the thing grow a few more inches.

I never wore clothes like this.

Tight.

Revealing.

Microscopic.

I was a short chubby chick and much more comfortable in pajama pants and a tank top than the getup I was currently sporting.

“It’s Halloween. This is a costume. I can do this,” I told myself.

My Uber driver looked in the rearview mirror expectantly. It was then I realized I’d been sitting there for about forty-five seconds after he’d pulled up to the bar where I was supposed to meet my cousin.