Beatrice

I sniff. "I'm not crying," I tell Rock, as we walk toward the elevators.

He looks down at me and studies my face. "Are you crying?"

"A little, but it's not because of Cole."

Rock puts his arm around my waist and pulls me close to his side as we walk. "Mr. Temporary has made a million women cry. I'm not shocked."

"A million women?" A million is a lot of women. If he broke their hearts, then it's no surprise he would break mine.

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