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Suri Nightingale I had no idea the extent of Wes’ popularity until I was alone in a car with him and his phone wouldn’t stop ringing or buzzing because of text notifications. “You’ve reached Wes. What can I do you for?” His flirty voice message sounded off in the car speaker for, I don’t know, the seventeenth time. Usually, it’s a girl leaving a message and he often waits a few seconds before deciding whether or not to respond to it. According to him, he only responds to the ones worth his time, but I don’t know what he means by that nor do I want to know. “Wesley, this is Lisa from Ibiza Superclub. Let me know when you’re good for a quick meeting to finalize the celebration details. I need you and your brothers to decide on a few things by the weekend. Get back to me as soon as pos