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José
is
still
hovering
by
the
entrance
to
the
bar
,
watching
us
.
I
groan
and
put
my
head
in
my
hands
.
This
has
to
be
the
single
worst
moment
of
my
life
.
My
head
is
still
swimming
as
I
try
to
remember
a
worse
one
—
and
I
can
only
come
up
with
Christian
’
s
rejection
—
and
this
is
so
,
so
many
shades
darker
in
terms
of
humiliation
.
I
risk
a
peek
at
him
.
He
’
s
staring
down
at
me
,
his
face
composed
,
giving
nothing
away
.
Turning
,
I
glance
at
José
,
who
looks
pretty
shamefaced
himself
and
,
like
me
,
intimidated
by
Grey
.
I
glare
at
him
.
I
have
a
few
choice
words
for
my
so
-
called
friend
,
none
of
which
I
can
repeat
in
front
of
Christian
Grey
,
CEO
.
Ana
,
who
are
you
kidding
?
He
’
s
just
seen
you
hurl
all
over
the
ground
and
into
the
local
flora
.
There
’
s
no
disguising
your
lack
of
ladylike
behavior
.
“
I
’
ll
,
er
…
see
you
inside
,
”
José
mutters
,
but
we
both
ignore
him
,
and
he
slinks
off
back
into
the
building
.
I
’
m
on
my
own
with
Grey
.
Double
crap
.
What
should
I
say
to
him
?
Apologize
for
the
phone
call
.
“
I
’
m
sorry
,
”
I
mutter
,
staring
at
the
handkerchief
,
which
I
am
furiously
worrying
with
my
fingers
.
It
’
s
so
soft
.
“
What
are
you
sorry
for
,
Anastasia
?
”
Damn
it
,
he
wants
his
damned
pound
of
flesh
.
“
The
phone
call
,
mainly
.
Being
sick
.
Oh
,
the
list
is
endless
,
”
I
murmur
,
feeling
my
skin
coloring
up
.
Please
,
please
,
can
I
die
now
?
“
We
’
ve
all
been
here
,
perhaps
not
quite
as
dramatically
as
you
,
”
he
says
dryly
.
“
It
’
s
about
knowing
your
limits
,
Anastasia
.
I
mean
,
I
’
m
all
for
pushing
limits
,
but
really
this
is
beyond
the
pale
.
Do
you
make
a
habit
of
this
kind
of
behavior
?
”
My
head
buzzes
with
excess
alcohol
and
irritation
.
What
the
hell
has
it
got
to
do
with
him
?
I
didn
’
t
invite
him
here
.
He
sounds
like
a
middle
-
aged
man
scolding
me
like
an
errant
child
.
Part
of
me
wants
to
say
that
if
I
want
to
get
drunk
every
night
like
this
,
then
it
’
s
my
decision
and
nothing
to
do
with
him
—
but
I
’
m
not
brave
enough
.
Not
now
that
I
’
ve
thrown
up
in
front
of
him
.
Why
is
he
still
standing
there
?
