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... k into the mess of last night. I stare at the ceiling, my mind replaying every mistake like some kind of torturous highlight reel.
First, letting a particular woman with long curls under my skin. Why the hell did I let her presence rattle me? I should’ve known better. But she brought back things I thought I buried—stupid things. And then, there was Daryll treating me like I didn’t belong in the room like I was just some spoiled rich kid playing businessman. That’s bad enough.
But ...
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