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“Only because your husband made an actual fool of himself to grovel for you. Some of us never got such luxuries.”

“What are you talking about? Yours took an actual bullet for you. The dude almost died.”

Oh-kay, then.

“Easy there.” I forced myself to laugh. “Whatever’s happening between me and Oliver, it is strictly casual.”

Or at least, that’s what I told myself.

Was I staying for Sebastian?

Or Oliver.

Chapter Sixty-Three

Oliver

Ollie vB:Does anyone know someone high up at the New York Times?

Zach Sun:If this is about the anal beads jewelry store you wanted to open, I doubt they’d review it.

Ollie vB:Someone’s jealous.

Romeo Costa:You spelled disgusted wrong.

Ollie vB:No, it’s not about my anal beads startup. It’s something else.

Zach Sun:Is it hush money or intimidation, so they don’t run an article about you? Because that won’t work.

Ollie vB:Why must you always think the worst about me?

Romeo Costa:Uh, because we’ve known you more than five minutes?

Zach Sun:Farrow says you and Briar made out in the kitchen.

Ollie vB:I don’t kiss and tell.

Romeo Costa:According to Dallas, you did a lot of telling without doing any of the kissing. Is it true that you are not a lothario?

Ollie vB:JESUS CHRIST.

Ollie vB:Do women share EVERYTHING?

Zach Sun:Save for menstrual pads, I think so.

Romeo Costa:I wouldn’t put it past my wife to be that kind of an oversharer, too.

Zach Sun:So, what’s the purpose of hooking up with your squatter?

Ollie vB:She is not a squatter. She is my fake fiancée.

Romeo Costa:Nah. You don’t get to use that trope when the girl in question doesn’t consent to being your fake fiancée.

Ollie vB:If I were you, I would not weigh in on the topic of consent.

Romeo Costa:That was entirely different.

Ollie vB:HOW?

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