(Adeline’s POV)I placed the pink lipstick on the table, only to pick it up again a few seconds later.I had lost count of how many times I had done the same thing since arriving home. That little object shouldn't have meant anything to me, but the longer I stared at it, the more frustration built up in my chest.Was Travis really pursuing another woman besides me? Had he been seeing her even before coming to pick me up?Damn it!I hated the possibilities my own mind kept conjuring up.I didn't even know why I felt entitled to be angry. Travis had never promised to be mine.We weren't dating, we didn't have an official relationship, and we had never even discussed what was actually happening between us. Yet, given the way he treated me, I had already started hoping that there was something different about what we shared.And that hope was what made me feel like an idiot.“Playboy,” I muttered, tossing the lipstick onto the table.Juan had been right. I should have listened to his warn
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