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“Colt, I am so sorry. I could feel that you were getting irritated while she was asking questions, I was trying to end the conversation with her. I didn’t think that would turn that ugly. And oh my god, she obviously knows you hired me, she practically just announced to everyone that I’m a whore, you must be so embarrassed. I can leave. It's only like four days early. We can pretend you didn't ask me to stay longer. I’ll start packing and leave when I get back.” I’m shaking, talking to myself, still muttering under my breath nothing that makes any sense.

I don’t even care that they know what I’m doing, they don’t know me. They don’t know my life or even a fraction of the shit I’ve been through. But my stupid big mouth gave Desi enough to put two and two together. Colt would never be with someone like me for real and on top of it, I made him look bad. So fucking bad. In public. At a fucking business event. That must be against one of the rules in Auntie’s big-ass rule book that I read.