It was two in the afternoon and my lazy carcass was still in bed. After a two-hour wait for a flight then the dreaded layovers, I hadn’t gotten home until the wee hours of the morning. Not to mention all that useless crying exhausted the crap out of me. Karli had already called me a half dozen times making sure I was okay. I assured her I would be fine after I kicked his ass. I had to stop with the leaky eyeballs first.I glanced at my phone to make sure it wasn’t her again and hit delete when JP’s name popped up. I hadn’t answered his phone calls or even read any of his texts. There wasn’t an explanation for what happened. He bought me like a hooker. End of story.It’s funny how I had similar thoughts about him. Why didn’t I realize something was off? A millionaire business tycoon offering his Dom services for charity? Dumb. Ass.I groaned, sticking my head under the pillow. Did I have to get up at all? Not today I didn’t. Luckily, I had taken the following week off to decompress.
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