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Debra Anastasia
Chapters (86)
  1. CRUEL PINK
  2. DEBRA ANASTASIA
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. CONTENTS
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. TAYLOR
  11. AUSTIN
  12. 6
  13. AUSTIN
  14. 7
  15. AUSTIN
  16. TAYLOR
  17. 9
  18. 10
  19. TAYLOR
  20. 11
  21. AUSTIN
  22. 12
  23. TAYLOR
  24. TAYLOR
  25. AUSTIN
  26. 13
  27. TAYLOR
  28. AUSTIN
  29. 14
  30. TAYLOR
  31. 15
  32. AUSTIN
  33. 16
  34. TAYLOR
  35. AUSTIN
  36. 17
  37. TAYLOR
  38. AUSTIN
  39. 18
  40. TAYLOR
  41. 19
  42. TAYLOR
  43. 20
  44. AUSTIN
  45. TAYLOR
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  47. TAYLOR
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  49. AUSTIN
  50. TAYLOR
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  52. AUSTIN
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  54. 24
  55. AUSTIN
  56. TAYLOR
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  58. AUSTIN
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  60. TAYLOR
  61. 27
  62. AUSTIN
  63. TAYLOR
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  66. TAYLOR
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  68. AUSTIN
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  71. AUSTIN
  72. TAYLOR
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  74. AUSTIN
  75. TAYLOR
  76. 32
  77. AUSTIN
  78. 33
  79. TAYLOR
  80. TAYLOR
  81. EPILOGUE
  82. AUSTIN
  83. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  84. WHAT TO READ NEXT!
  85. MY DAD
  86. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

CRUEL PINK

DEBRA ANASTASIA

Copyright

Copyright © 2022 by Debra Anastasia

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Photo Credit: Igor Madjinca

Editing: Paige Smith Editing

Dedication

For T, J and D

All things are for you. I love you.

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Epilogue

Acknowledgments

What to read next!

My Dad

About the Author

1

TAYLOR

I couldn’t make out the writing on the Post-it notes that were stuck to my ceiling in the dark. I could barely make out how many there were. The ceiling and walls of the dorm were completely covered. Her handwriting had a manic scrawl to it.

The roommate from hell was lying on her bed less than ten feet from me, buck ass naked. She did it just to make me uncomfortable.

It worked. I was uncomfortable. It was her goal and she succeeded.

I rolled over and faced the wall. This sucked. College sucked. Living with a complete weirdo really sucked.

Randomly assigned roommates was a horrible idea. At first, Roberta had seemed nice. She hadn’t responded to the email I sent when we were assigned, but when I moved in, she was all smiles. Of course, I had my crew with me then, so all my football playing friends and some of my bestie’s brothers were milling around in the common room. Her smiles were fake. Or for them.

For me? As soon as everyone hugged me goodbye, and Peaches fake sob cried, and then cried for real, that was the last I saw of Roberta’s smile.

When I was unpacking my stuff into my closet, I tossed her some easy, small talk questions.

“So, where are you from?” I tucked my tank tops next to my underwear.

From behind me I heard what would most likely be described as a growl.

I waited for a few seconds before I turned around. She was standing in front of her now opened closet with her hands on her hips.

“Um. Hi.” I had two more tank tops in my hands.

Roberta’s eyes were slits, like a shark’s, and her lips curled downward.

“Enjoying that closet?” She slid her gaze to my new closet and all the empty space inside. Well, all was a strong word. The closet was far from generous.

“I guess so?” I wasn’t sure what the correct answer was. I looked past her into her closet that was jammed so full of stuff it resembled a shipping container.

“That was my closet.” She pointed at the offending space with her pinkie.