"The hell you don't. Who was this guy? Why did we never hear about him?"

"Did you run all the girls you were seeing by me?" I try deflecting, but regret it immediately seeing Jena flinch and knowing I unintentionally caused her pain.

"Don't change the subject. I'm going to need more information. Who was the guy?"

"You don't have to worry about him. He won't be an issue, trust me." I look at Jena again, but she won't make eye contact with me.

Why won't you tell us?" Oliver tries for a softer approach. "If he isn't a problem, then it

where to stuff it? They can f*ack around however they want, but the first mention of me hanging

what's left of him is currently in a box." I stand taking

part of that mission I went on a date with a guy who is now dead. But my guys sometimes get tunnel vision when it comes to me and they forget

with our seating arrangement, I'm

grab your stuff. I'm sure most of it is already upstairs, but I'm done pandering to the Cunninghams. These idiots need to see when they aren't wanted. You are my guests and you are staying in my room." I roll my eyes and

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