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SEEING MACKENZIE’S TEARY eyes had been the hardest. I knew I’d hurt her deeply. Had humiliated her. I felt like the biggest loser on the planet.
Fucking Gus.
Why couldn’t he have just taken the money?
But, no. The crazy fucker was doing this for fun. I thought I was a selfish asshole. He made me look like a choir boy.
I picked up my phone, determined to call and let him know that I’d confessed everything. But, I decided against it.
He’d made his bed. He may as well lie in it.
I was pretty sure he’d try explaining himself to Mackenzie with lies. There wasn’t anything I could do but warn her one last time of what a dirty, conniving prick he was. So, I sent her a text, telling her Gus had no idea I’d come clean. I also told her that he’d refused to end the bet. Even as I typed the message, both of our actions made me sick to my stomach. Especially seeing it from her perspective.
Mackenzie didn’t answer me back, which I half-expected. I just hoped that in time, she’d learn to forgive me, even though it was probably more than what I deserved.
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