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THE PATIENT: You deserve a good time

I’m going to murder him. I know he got me drunk to lower my defenses. I’m surprised he didn’t take it further. He could have considering how much I drank. I should be furious with him. I am.

He cut my clothes. He cut me.

My body ignites.

Do not like that psycho, Harlow.

Just because he’s wrapped in sex and expensive cologne doesn’t give him the right to…

Make you orgasm repeatedly.

Ugh!

Why does this feel like history repeating itself?

Honestly, I’m angry I put myself in that situation. Twice now. Drinking around a man like him was my mistake. I will never do that again.

Me: Thank u Killian.

Simple. Professional. Perfect.

I set down my phone and do a twirl in the mirror. Tonight is a new start with a much better type of man.

This dress will do it. Metallic gold. Low-cut back. Hem a few inches past my ass. And Lord, it is tight. After dinner, I will be having fun in the club. Jaxson will not know what hit him—

Ting, ting.

THE PATIENT: Do you need money?

Me: WHAT???

THE PATIENT: In case he doesn’t pay for things.

Oh, Lord. He’s just messing with me now.

Me: He can buy me dinner. G2G. Have a good night.

Perfect. Send.

THE PATIENT: Do you need a ride there?

Ugh!

Don’t get upset. He’s baiting you. Calm down. Ignore him.

Ting, ting.

THE PATIENT: Want to borrow my car to impress him?

I purse my lips so I don’t smile.

Me: I know what ur doing. Stop it.

THE PATIENT: angel emoji

Me: U used the wrong one. U = devil emoji