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Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15 “What the hell Byron?” That was the first thing that came out of her lips the moment she literally burst through the front door. Byron was sitting on the couch, chatting off with Philip when she arrived. There were two open beers on the table and four unopened ones in the case. “And what is that creep doing here?” she muttered, recognizing Philip as the drunk guy who came storming into her bedroom yesterday night. Byron glanced at his best friend with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t do anything and honestly I have no idea why she thinks I’m a creep,” he shrugged, drowning his beer. “Whatever Mr. Creep. Can you give us some privacy?” she needed to vent out and lucky for her, the perpetrator was right in front of her. “Of course,” He reached for another bott
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