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Megan’s face twists as if she ate something foul and she tries to pull on my hand, but I remain in place and plaster a smile. “Thanks for your charity. You’re such a good person.” Her smile stiffens and nearly falls before she forces a wider one. Her friends, however, don’t hide their shock, their eyes throwing daggers in my direction. “Please keep donating so we can wear nice things,” I add with a blinding smile. “What’s your shoe size? I’ll send you heels so you can dress appropriately.” “Thanks, but I can’t handle heels. Heard they hurt and I’m not a fan of pain.” Megan squeezes my arm, and I think that’s her cue for me to cut it out. “Funny.” The blond leans over and whispers in my ear, “Because you let Kane use you like a worthless rug. You looked like you were in pain, but maybe that’s a whore’s kink?” My hand trembles around the flute of champagne and I stare at her with wide eyes. She was there? I look at her again, but she’s not wearing the ring or the necklace. Is she part of