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“Let me in. I need a little explanation,” I say, trying to walk in, but he almost shuts the door in my face.
“Not a good time, Archer. What’s up? Could’ve called.”
Oh, hell no, I’m not taking this.
I slam into the door, sending Axavier stumbling backward, and walk in, kicking the door shut.
“What the fuck, dude?” Panic flashes in his eyes.
He looks scared. That means something’s up, and I wanna know what it has to do with my girl.
“Explain,” I hiss, pulling out the phone and showing him Marlow’s message.
He frowns and rubs his hair with both hands. “No idea. What’s this about?”
But his cowardly expression is a giveaway.
“I said, explain. Now.” I step into him, and he backs away but toward the door as if trying to lure me outside.
“No idea, Archer! Dude!”
I stab him in the chest with the phone, anger rising in me. “What the fuck do you have to do with Kat?”
A cellphone rings in his bedroom, and then there’s a muffled voice. In his bedroom…
I freeze in surprise. “Company? Who are you fucking now? Everyone’s girlfriends?”
Axavier grabs me by the shirt when I take a step in that direction. “Dude, none of your business!”
I tear myself away, stalk toward the bedroom door, and throw it open.
“Hi!”
The sight is so unexpected that I pause for a second, staring at the king-size bed in silence only interrupted by Axavier’s quiet, “Fuck,” behind me.
I was expecting anyone but not this, a slender naked body with the sheet covering the crotch, flat chest, and blue hair—Milan, Cece’s stylist.
“That’s not what you think, man,” Axavier murmurs behind me, but I’m too shocked to answer, and… fuck, relieved.
Milan smiles and shifts his gaze to Axavier. “Oh yeah? I needed a place to crash,” he says, returning his gaze and a sarcastic smile to me.
“Yeah, he just needed to crash,” Axavier echoes.
Milan’s gaze hardens as he cocks his head. “And I figured that Xave’s sweet ass is just the right place.”
A mix of a heavy exhale and “Fffuck” comes from behind me, and I have to hold back my laughter.
Axavier’s embarrassment is precious as I turn and walk past him, the sound of his bare feet against the floor following me.
“Archer, man, I can explain.”
I turn slowly. He doesn’t get it—I have my answers.
“Kat?” I ask, just to make sure.
“Dude, I never touched her. I wouldn’t. She wouldn’t. I mean, like fuck, are you still sleeping on this? She’s all about you.”
I nod and turn to leave, but Axavier grabs me right before I reach for the door.
