Jacob
I didn’t know what to do. My image was tanking. It was sinking further and further, even when I was trying to make it better. I wasn’t even doing anything to make it worse, now. Not if you didn’t count Kina. I didn’t think of her as a mistake because no one knew what we were doing, and someone that good in bed couldn’t be a mistake.
I had until Friday to decide what to do with my image. It wasn’t a lot of time. My days suddenly felt very short.
If I was going to come clean about what I really did when Markus had started the rumors, it would make me look bad. Replacing violence with s*x didn’t seem like it was much better than what I had right now, and I was worried that pulling Kina into the mix would ruin her credibility. She had a career she was building, too. What would it look
