"You're on every gossip site in Europe," Tino said, showing me his phone. "We didn't know how the hell Guapísimo got to Monaco. Well, here's the answer."
I took the phone and saw all the photos with their convenient angles. In each one, it looked like I'd been making out with Lyon. I sighed and plopped down heavily on the bed. I'd screwed up this time. Now everything had come to light about his unexpected arrival, and yes, I'd made a mess of things. Getting my stores back had gotten out of hand.
"It all seemed so easy," I finished explaining what had happened in the conversation with Will, my mind still a jumbled mess.
"I know, right? It seemed like a game to everyone," Tino lamented.
"We have to fix this, Ash. In the end, you did what you had to do to get your work back—something you'
