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A bit stupid, but what do you do when you have the man who ripped my heart out of my chest and crushed it within earshot? I calm Noah, feeding him and a doubt suddenly hits me.

eave Noah upright on my shoulder and pat his back to make him burp. I strap him to his car seat, give him a pacifier and turn on ambient lullaby music, nothing too loud so as not to announce to anyone outside the door that a child is sleeping in the office. I walk right past the men, trying to make myself invisible and get back to work, but Carter stops me immediately. — Millie is the one who helps me make the beer. The three men turn to me in different moods. My boss is excited, Jack looks as excited as ever, and Charles gives me a murderous look, filled with displeasure. As if my presence could affect him in any way. — It had to be, my girl never makes mistakes! — Jackson tries to take my hand to kiss, pull him close to him or something similar, but I pull away. — I'm not your girl. My voice comes out soft to soften the harshness of the statement, with a smile trained to please customers. I was right to insist that Carter not throw him out after slapping me on the ass that first day, the guy spent a lot of dollars at the bar and the tips were generous. Two things they couldn't deny me or my boss. — Still — the clueless man replies full of indulgence. — I thought you were together. As much as Charles' statement surprises me, I maintain a stoic expression. In fact, I shouldn't even be surprised, this isn't the first time this man thinks I'm sleeping with one of his friends. A group of young people enter the bar, giving me the perfect excuse to walk away. — Excuse me, I have something to do. For the rest of the night, I avoid looking in their direction as much as possible. The conversation isn't long and I ask Leslie to take care of Charles' table. Any free second I spend splitting between checking on Noah and helpi