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Nico

I’m itchy and ready to put my fist through the wall for the first thirty minutes after she leaves.

I hurt her. It was there, all over her face. I fucking tried to do the right thing, but she didn’t see it that way.

And somehow hurting her is less conscionable than anything else. But the real question is—why was she hurt? Because I offered the money? Did I make her feel like a whore? I tried to be clear it wasn’t because she let me into her panties. Or was it something else? Rejection?

Fuck, she doesn’t deserve that.

And then the need to fix it takes over, way stronger than my desire to do the right thing for her. Or maybe I’m just a greedy bastard who’s pretending he gives a fuck about anybody but himself.

I can’t stay away from Sondra Simonson.

I pick up my phone and call security. “I need the location on an employee.” All of our employee name tags have tracking devices and the information on where they are in the casino is easy to pull up. It’s also recorded so we know where ev