The recording had stopped, but her own soft, breathy cries of "Jett Westgate" echoed endlessly in her mind.
'Did I really... sound that... that... last night?'
'I can't show my face in public ever again!'
She yanked the blanket, trying to pull it over her head and hide from this mortifying scene. But Jett Westgate was holding down a corner, and she couldn't budge it.
"You... You actually recorded it?!"
"That's despicable! You're a sleazy pervert!"
'I want to vanish on the spot! Or drag my drunk self from last night out here and beat her senseless!'
"Who told you to record that! Delete it! Now! Immediately!" She reached for the phone in his hand, but he easily dodged her.
"The evidence is irrefutable, Annelise Valentine. Last night, you were the one who 'wanted' it first."
Annelise Valentine was furious and frustrated, but she couldn't refute that damn recording!
