God, I’m such an idiot.
A chubby kindergarten teacher with a history of dating walking red flags, and somehow I thought I had a shot at something real.What was I thinking?
You were thinking about his dick, Sabrina.
I groan softly and press the heels of my hands to my eyes.
Because, yeah, I was.
And no, we didn’t even have sex yet.
Now, what kind of sorry sack am I that I won’t even have anything to remember?
Truthfully, the man should come with a warning label and a cooling system.
I let my hormones take the wheel the moment he looked at me like I was something to be devoured.And now?
Now I feelwrong.
Used.
Stupid.
And maybe the worst part is—I’m angry at him, but I’m also ashamed of myself.
I knew better.
I knew better, and I still let it happen.
“I might be desperate,” I mutter to myself, “but at least I’m not a liar.”
I swallow the lump rising in my throat.Noel Kane’s words are still echoing in my ears.
Marco.
My brother.
Stolen data.
People thinking I’m the key to getting it back.
What.The.Hell.
I should be sobbing.Screaming.Curling into a ball.But I don’t.I can’t.
Instead, I stand in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows in Kane’s office, arms folded tight across my chest, watching the clouds roll over the city like I’m expecting lightning to strike.
My brother.My only living family.
What did you do, Marco?
He’s an idiot.Selfish.Addicted to bad decisions and instant gratification.
But this?
This is dangerous.
This is betrayal.
