“Thank you, Dr. Haynes. I guess I just didn’t realize how personal having a PR rep was going to be,” Oakley replied in an equally somber tone. Even though I didn’t really know him, I could tell that he was laying it on extra thick.

Shit shit shit.

“I mean, we had a good time and all last night.” He put a lot of emphasis on good time. I half expected him to start waggling his eyebrows. “But waking up to find that the girl you brought home the night before is going through your phone feels so violating,” Oakley finished while giving me a disapproving look. I could tell he was really enjoying this. Oh. My. God.

“Yes, I understand how it would feel that way. Is there anything you would like to say, Miss Matthews?” Dr. Haynes asked.

I wanted to say that Oakley was totally used to waking up with randos, this was not a new thing for him. But, instead, I tried to compose myself and said, “I’m sorry. It was a lapse in judgement. It won’t happen again. I just wanted to get him home safely from the bar, and when I had access to his phone—”

“She asked me if the rumors about my large dick were true,” Oakley interrupted, definitely laying it on thick.

I blushed and resisted the urge to hide behind my hands. “That is not true,” I argued.

“I mean, you’re hot and all, but are all clients supposed to sleep with their publicists? I just didn’t know this was normal. And the things she asked me to do last night. It was really strange.”

Dr. Haynes’s brows shot up in shock. “No, that is not normally condoned,” he said while picking through papers on his desk.

I stammered, “We did not—”

“This is a safe space, Mr. Davis,” Dr. Haynes cut me off. “If you need Miss Matthews to leave so you can file a complaint, I can arrange it.”

My heart fucking stopped. A complaint? Forget graduating early, this could mean I never graduate at all. After everything I had been through, I could not believe that graduating college and my future in public relations was being seriously jeopardized by one stupid fuckboy.

“I mean,” Oakley drew out, leaning forward. He stroked his chin, thinking it over. I was already planning on calling my father’s lawyer to fight this. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “It was all consensual. I thought it was weird she kept wanting to read me her poetry while we fucked. And even weirder that she called my dick Mr. Snuggles.”

I choked. I legit choked on invisible air, spit and anger for this asshole. I was so mad I couldn’t even breathe. They both stared at me as I sputtered and coughed. “I did not!!”