Page 96 of Unsuitable

I must have dumb bitch written all over my face. I mean, Jason saw it written there.

I thought I’d cleaned it off.

But, apparently not, because Kas thinks he can screw with me, too.

I just don’t get it.

What does he get from this?

It’s not like we’ve had sex.

Or am I just a game to him?

Is this how he gets his rocks off—messing with the pretty, poor little girl who’s so desperate for attention that she’ll let her boss feel her up in a public restroom?

Pain lances across my chest. I press my hand to it.

I’m so weak and stupid.

I hate that he can hurt me in this way.

And I hate even more that I let him.

I might be angry with Kas. But I’m angrier with myself for being so stupid.

I was stupid over a man before, and that cost me everything.

I won’t be stupid again.

I’m not some toy to be played with.

Screw Kastor Matis and his mind games.

I’m done.

If he ever tries to kiss me again, I’m going to knee him in the balls.

Well, maybe not actually knee him in the balls because that’s assault and a surefire way to end up back in prison. But I’ll imagine kneeing him in the balls while I give him the middle finger.

Screw Kastor Matis and his screwed up self.

I don’t need his crap. I already have problems of my own without him bringing more to the party.

As far as I’m concerned, Kas no longer exists. He’s invisible to me.

And Mr. Matis only exists inside my place of work.

He’s playing games with me, playing me for a fool. He thinks I’m naive and needy.

Maybe I was. But no more.

I won’t let him get away with treating me like an idiot anymore.

He tries to come near me again, and he’ll find out just exactly what Daisy Smith is really made of.

And, with my renewed sense of purpose and the realization that I’ve been gone quite a while and that Cece is probably getting worried, I walk out of the restroom and back into the noise of the club.

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