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“I can’t wait to see Jelly.”

“At the gala?” I was confused as to why.

“Of course, silly. She’s getting that big award, and she’s going with that handsome doctor. It’s so exciting.” She was practically vibrating she was so pumped up about it.

“What award?”

“I’m not totally sure, but I think she was chosen intern of the year. I heard something else about her getting a really high score on the PANCE exam.”

God. And I’d let her sit at my parents’ table and feel like she wasn’t good enough compared to Gia Santoro. Jelly was afucking star.

But what I’d mainly heard Cleo say was that she was going to the gala with a handsome doctor.

“What handsome doctor?”

“Oh, it’s that Doctor Chadwick all the women are talking about. He’s in…”

“Obstetrics,” I groaned. I’d heardallabout him. The women truly couldn’t shut up about him. It was ridiculous. He couldn’t possibly bethatgood looking, and if he was then he was probably someone who would cheat on her.

As soon as I had the thought, I remembered that I’d taken Gia out for drinks while thinking Jelly was sick back at her condo. That, in retrospect, absolutely seemed like cheating, even if I was trying to avoid receiving consequences from my blackmailer.

“Who will you take?”

“Gia Santoro.”

Cleo’s smile was faker than a three-dollar bill. “Oh, that’s nice.” Cleo and the rest of my office had the pleasure of meeting Gia a few times already. Because she wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone.

“You like her, huh?”

“Mmm-hmm. Well, I have to get going.” She hurried off down the hall, face flaming. Cleo couldn’t lie worth shit.

The only people who’d be happy I was taking Gia would be Gia herself, her parents, and my parents.

But I was caught between a rock and a hard place. So, I’d just have to show up with Gia on my arm and watch Jelly from afar.

How bad could it be?

***

The knock on the door surprised me. I set the glass of whiskey down on my coffee table and padded over to answer it, not caring that my feet were bare, my hair was standing straight up, or that I was wearing sweats.

I opened the door right as the knocking started up again.

“Nico,” I said. “You hear to tell me how much I suck, too?”

“You look like shit.” He moved passed me, walked over to the bar, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Then he sat down.

“Make yourself at home.”

“I’m about to send you a video. You’ll know how to use it. After you do, you have to delete it. Are we understood?”

I blinked at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He sighed, pulled out his phone, and messed with it. “There. I air dropped it to you.”

I got an alert on my phone, accepted it, and pressed play. It took a moment for my drunk mind to comprehend what I was seeing. Then my eyebrows went straight to my hairline. It was a video of Gia on the stage at Cayenne getting railed by some guy while she sucked off another one. “Fuck. Has she been coming and doing this a lot?”

“Keep watching and look at the date stamp,” he said, sipping his whiskey casually.