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Henry’s POV.

I plopped down on the couch, glaring at Liam, who returned the look with pure hatred.

I know he can't stand Ivory, but that's who I love. I love Ivory, and I can't imagine letting her go for anything. The same goes for Liam; he's my best buddy, and I don't want anything to come between us. He's always told me to stop bringing Ivory around, but I don't think that's possible. I can't push Ivory away from me.

I might only have Ivory for my sex desire, but she's the only one who truly satisfies me, creating a special place for her in my heart.

I know Liam had a lot on his mind, trying to figure out where to start, and I was in the same boat. I don't get why he had to bring up that dirty pig.

I heard him clear his throat and sit properly on the couch. "Henry," he called, and I raised a brow. "How many times do I have to tell you not to bring Ivory to this house? Seeing her at school is enough," he said, his eyes blazing.

"And why's that? Why do you hate her so much? What