All I know is that if she’s texting him with where-are-you messages in the middle of the night, something’s going on, and he’s all hers. She can have him.
I may be a lot of things, but a man stealer I’m not.
Douchebag. How dare he use me for s*x? The bitter taste of betrayal lines my mouth; I can act brave all I want, but the truth is I’m upset. Last night was perfect—more than perfect—and then he had to go and wreck it.
I thought I spent the night with Jim, but instead I got the sleazebag Jameson Miles version. How didn’t I see it?
I trudge into the building and up to my floor, and I fall into my seat in disgust. “Hi,” I say.
“Hey.” Aaron spins on his chair toward me. “How did it go?”
I glance up at the camera above. Is he watching? “Good,” I lie. “I’ll tell you about it tonight. We
