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Shyla did consider going somewhere far from the building. But the alcohol of the in-house bar beckoned. Without any real thought, her finger hit the button for that floor. For a woman who hadn’t ever been much of a drinker, the oblivion alcohol could offer would be a welcome break from reality.
The plan was to have a couple of drinks, just enough to loosen her up, then she’d go for a walk in the evening air to clear her head. Like that was possible. Shyla didn’t know who to trust anymore. Score had been right when he said she couldn’t trust her feelings.
Sleeping with Score, saying goodbye to Stan, then dealing with Mick being Mick, it all took its toll. Being in Score’s bed had blinded her to reality. It hadn’t been deliberate. She hadn’t meant to be naive or fall into some ridiculo
