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"No, she's just the woman who gave birth to me."
“Fair enough." He didn't push me on that. He never did. "Yes, I spoke to her. We’re taking new counseling sessions together. If you ever want to talk to her, or finally allow me to give her your phone number, let me know.”
“No,” I said. “Never. But I sincerely hope she doesn’t disappoint you this time.”
"Noted." He nodded and changed the subject. "When exactly is your friend Kelly coming again?"
"Four or five weeks from now."
"Why so long?"
"Because she also has an overprotective brother who wants to question the hell out of her before she restarts her life in San Francisco."
He smiled. "Is her brother the CEO of a high-profile tech company as well?"
"Worse," I said. "He's a hedge fund manager on Wall Street."
He laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
“Thank you again for the house, Jonathan.” I smiled at him. “For everything.”
“You’re very welcome,” he said. “Let’s walk through the house together and make sure everything works for the night before we leave for dinner.”
“After I get some water.” I pulled a cup from the cabinet and filled it from the tap. “My head is still killing me.”
“Drink too much last night?”
“Not more than my usual,” I said. “But I blacked out before I returned to the hotel because I don’t remember anything.”
“Do you want me to have my team pull the security footage?” He looked concerned.
I shook my head. "No, I checked my phone, and I didn't send Kelly any SOS messages. And before you ask me, the answer is no.”
“No, what?”
“No, I didn't leave the party with anyone. I'm just a super lightweight."
“I’ll take your word for it this one time.” He opened a separate cabinet and handed me a bottle of aspirin. “I’ll get you a cold towel.”
He walked away, and my phone buzzed in my pocket. An email from [emailprotected].
Corey?
Curious, I opened it—expecting to see a “Hope you’re feeling better,” but it was a letter of some sort.
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SUBJECT: DELETE THISmessage after you read it ...
Dear Hayley,
I'm assuming you're still hungover, so I'll make this brief.
Last night, you slipped under my sheets (without my permission), and we almost had sex. I got the hell out of the bed once I realized it was you, and I took you home.
That's the story.
The end.
