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I spin on him. "My wife—"

"Needs to do her job. And you don't need to get banned. Just chill."

"Don't tell me—"

"Gianni? Oh my God! Gianni Marino!" a woman shrieks. I spin and cringe. A model, Veronica Galanis, who I dated a few years ago throws her arms around me. I lose my balance, so I grab her waist to steady myself and not fall backward.

She grabs my cheeks then plants a lipstick-filled kiss on my lips. "I've missed you! Did you come to see me?"

Before I can respond and tell her how ridiculous that notion is, my gut drops. Standing in the doorway next to the guard, my wife is glaring at me with a hurt expression.

I try to push Veronica away, but Cara shakes her head, spins, and rushes back into the room. As soon as she gets through the door, the guard steps in front of it, smirking at me.

All the rage I've been feeling expands exponentially. Killian tries to step between us, but it's too late. I reach back and land a fist in the guard's nose.

Blood bursts everywhere. Veronica screams, and chaos begins to bloom all around me.

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Cara

My insides quiver,and nausea hits me. I rush to the bathroom, hovering over the toilet. Beads of sweat pop out on my skin. I force the bile rising up my throat back down.

Pull it together. I have work to do,I reprimand myself.

Not Veronica Galanis.

Anyone but her.

I close my eyes and lean against the stall door, breathing through my anger. Veronica Galanis is one of my top clients. She's the epitome of a beautiful Greek woman, has the body men fantasize about, and gets top dollar for her work.

She's also a self-conscious, nasty bitch who needs constant attention and someone to pump up her ego. Every time I get a request to book her, I have to reassure her she's one of the most gorgeous women on the planet. At shows like this, I spend too much time telling her to breathe and get on the stage.

"Ugh." I groan then think,he could have slept with anyone but had to do it with her.

Now I get to imagine them together for the rest of my life.

I'm going to kill him for allowing her to kiss him.

I knew he'd only be faithful for so long before he couldn't help himself.

Arianna's voice interrupts my thoughts. "Cara. Are you okay?"

I manage to drag myself off the ground. I take a deep breath, step out of the stall, then point to Arianna. "Don't you dare come in here and stick up for your brother."

Her eyes widen. "I'm not. I wouldn't."

"No?" I question in surprise.

She shakes her head. "Of course not. I'm not naive. I know he's no saint."

I sarcastically laugh then splash water on my face. I pat my cheeks dry and state, "That's calling the kettle black. But glad we're on the same page."

Arianna steps closer. She pins her eyebrows together. "What did he do?"

"You didn't see it?"

"No. I just saw you run in here looking green."

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