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As if that's explanation enough, he peers through the hole as if the gun is no big deal.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Who is it, Mace?"
He turns to look at me, wholly outraged.
"It's fucking Ethan Grand."
"Oh my god, are you kidding me? How the hell did he find us?"
Before Mason can answer, Ethan calls out.
"Let me in, Mason. I know you're in there, and I'm here to see Gianna."
Mason mumbles, "This guy has got to be kidding me right now," before he opens the door.
"Ethan, you have some real nerve showing up here after everything. You're lucky I don't fucking shoot you on the spot."
Ethan throws his arms out wide and says, "Go ahead. I'm not here to hurt her."
"Why the hell should I believe a word that comes out of your mouth?" Mason chides.
Letting his arms fall to his sides, Ethan runs one hand through his perfectly unkempt blonde hair before saying, "I guess you shouldn't, but I'm asking that you do."
Ethan's wearing light blue ripped-up jeans, a grey Henley, and white sneakers, looking hot as fuck per usual, but he also seems a little worse for wear around the edges like he hasn't slept. He catches sight of me and nods in my direction.
"Why don't you ask Gianna if I can come in?"
My interest is piqued, I'll admit that much. Not to mention Ethan had me the night of the fundraiser, and he didn't commit any heinous acts. In fact, if anything, he was somewhat thoughtful. Don't get me wrong, he was still a pretentious prick, but at least he was cordial.
"Let him in, Mace."
He throws his hands into his hair, clearly pissed that I’m agreeing to Ethan’s demands.
"Gigi are you serious right now? He wanted to kill you."
Ethan scoffs. "When did I say I wanted to kill her?"
Mason looks like he's about to lose his mind in frustration.
"Just let him in, Mace, you have a gun if he tries to pull anything.”
He shakes his head and lets out an exasperated breath of defeat before throwing the door wide for Ethan to enter.
"Make one wrong move, and I swear I won't hesitate to pull the trigger," Mason adds as Ethan moves to come in.
Ethan throws his hands up in a defensive manner and strolls into the condo, casually taking in the space before coming over to the island to stand opposite me.
I study his mannerisms, searching for a crack in his armor and finding none. He wears his cocky, arrogant playboy mask well, but today there's something else there. He's looking at me differently, and I can't place it.
"Princess, you're going to have to stop looking at me like you want to jump my bones. It's inappropriate."
I scowl at him before walking around the island to grab the beer Mason didn't finish. The nerve of this guy.
"Ethan, why don't you stop with the antics and get to the real reason you're here. I'm sure it's not to flirt with me."
Mason has taken up residence at one of the vacant barstools, where he is openly glowering at Ethan. He’s biting back words I'm sure will start flying at any moment if Ethan doesn't stop his bullshit.
