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after liar and as it turns out, you’re just as bad as the rest. I just have no judgment skills when it comes to men, apparently.” She threw her hands up in frustration before bending down to pick up her bags. “So much for you being genuine and sincere. You know, for a second there, I thought you might actually care about me.”
    She brushed past me. I could smell her perfume and had to resist the urge to grab her, to stop her from walking out the door. She paused, looking straight up into my eyes as tears of anger filled hers, a tear escaping out of the corner of one eye. “To think I actually thought I was falling in love with you. I’m a complete idiot.”
    I stood there, stunned into silence. She broke eye contact, walking past me toward the door. “Wait,” I managed, as she turned the doorknob. “Harper...”
    She gave me one, last, utterly crushed look and left. I stood there alone and empty.

Harper
    The ice cream melted in the bowl beside my bed. I watched as the chocolate and vanilla mixed, my vision continuously blurring as sobs continued to wrack my body. Usually drowning my sorrows in a pint of ice cream helped with guy troubles, but I felt so sick to my stomach that I couldn’t eat a thing.
    My phone rang, again and I looked at the screen, but I already knew who it was. Mason. Again I declined the call and then tossed the phone on the bed .
    A text popped up on my phone’s screen and vibrated the phone. Mason again. Where are you?
    I buried my face in my comforter.  “I’m such a fucking idiot!”
    From the very first second he had met me, Mason had been in control of the entire relationship. He had access to the mansion 24/7. Asher hadn’t watched through the cameras the first day I had been invited over to the mansion because Asher had been right in front of me. He’d had several cars, not to mention a driver for at least one of them, and everyone had known him at the fancy restaurant. He had been manipulating me all along, stringing me on with enigmatic answers and avoiding my real questions.
    And I was to blame, too. I had felt suspicious, but once again had fallen so deep into the idea of him that I had chosen to trust him, to really let him into my life while he kept his entire life from me. Had this all been a game? Something for him to do to see if he could get women without enticing them with money and power?
    I laid back, trying to calm my breathing and thoughts. My face felt sticky from my drying tears, my mouth and throat dry from my sobs. I thought maybe I had shed all the tears in my body.
    Next to me I saw Avery’s black Gucci dress laying out on my bed. I tugged it closer, bringing it to my nose. Mason’s scent wrapped around me and I realized I had been wrong. I definitely had more tears left.
     
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    “I can’t believe you’re going back to work at the bar.” Avery leaned up against my doorframe, watching as I tied back my hair.
    I fixed my make-up, making sure I looked decent for my first day back on the job. “I’m not going back to work for Asher. I can’t.”
    She nodded, understanding. My phone rang and I glanced down at it.
    “Mason?” she asked.
    I nodded, angrily declining the call. “Obviously he can’t take a hint.”
    It had been a few days since his secret was revealed, and even though my heart still felt utterly broken by Mason, I didn’t want to prove Avery right and go into hiding just because of a man like I had in the past. I wanted to prove to her—and, more importantly, to myself—that I could move on with my life.
    “He really threw you for a loop.”
    “You think?” I laughed bitterly. “I don’t want to talk about Mason or Asher or whatever the hell his name is.”
    “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I didn’t make it into the final two—shocker.” Avery laughed, shaking her head. “I never understood why he had picked me for the top five in the first place.”
    I looked at her. She was smiling, but I could tell her