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Ethan

"And you care because it ruins your career," I barked back at her and shoved more food in my mouth.

Her expression softened as tears filled her eyes. "Fuck you too, Ethan."

"D." I walked after her as she turned and marched back toward the front door. "Come on, Deza. I took a punch for you. You know I love you."

"That's not what's being questioned here." She opened the door and glanced over her shoulder. "You think I put up with you and your bullshit because I need you to keep my career running? Try again."

I wasn't sure what to say, but didn't have time to react anyway. She slammed the door in my face and left. I needed to go after her, but my head was throbbing and my stomach sick as hell.

"Come on, dude. You can explain yourself later to her. So the fuck what if we went out to have a little bit of fun? No one got pictures of you in the closet. I'm sure of it." He gripped my shoulders and squeezed. "You'll make up with Deza. You always do."

"Where did you find those girls, dude