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New York City

September 2015

“TELL ME ONE FACT ABOUT yourself”

The clock’s ticks and tocks filled the space between us With war, the room was supposed to be cootten the h every lie told here had been trapped for eternity

My eyes narrowed as Kyle Sheets’ wink froh the sah, different accusation—and had so hentai on his work co luory as that bastard rubbedway He wore sneakers with his suits, for fuck’s sake

Running a thoughtful hand across my jaw, I admitted the truth

“I have an addictive personality”

Sasha Taylor PhD couldn’t stop a spark of surprise fro in her eyes, and to hide the hu on her lap The blonde’s pantsuit didn’t hold a wrinkle She’d gone to Yale and was fro I looked for in a woent, beautiful, classy

“Alcohol?” she asked

I gave my head a shake

“Drugs?”

Might’ve been easier

“Women?”

Woman

Another shake, but, this time, I smiled

Her eyes fell to lanced away “We’ll come back to this in a moment” She paused “You do understand why you’re here?”

I gave her a blank look

Her gaze wavered “Yes, of course you do Doesthe incident have to do with youraddictive personality?”

I focused ine red heels and suddenly hateda lesser addiction, like hentai I’d take that over the other mess any day of the week

It was public, Allister Go through the motions, that’s all I can do

The words that had fucked me over

I wasn’t a good man, and I worked for even worse However, I’d learned at too young of an age that the world wasn’t made up of black and white Soet back to the light, and other tiht Even if the latter didn’t apply to me, I would never jeopardize what I had built I’d worked too hard to get here to ever give it up for a woman Especially one who dressed like Britney Spears’ and Kurt Cobain’s love child

“No,” I lied