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Remy
Fine, yes, I admit it. Seeing that skank crawling all over Asher had turned me into an evil jealous troll b***h. But I couldn’t help it. She just kept touching him. And I wanted to touch him.
It was no fair. I couldn’t even freaking put my bid in, since I was pretending to be a dude and all.
Unable to watch her maul him a second longer, I had hightailed it out of there and slumped back to the hotel, miserable, when I should’ve been pumped and happy. We had rocked that performance. It’d been awesome, right up until that slut had crawled into Asher’s lap, and he’d actually wrapped his arm around her waist. Had me so worked up I couldn’t even worry about his dad showing up.
Ugh.
I tried not to wonder what would’ve happened if I’d been in full girl mode, decked out in my makeup a
