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Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22 “Dude can you f*****g relax for a second?” Phillip countered for probably the hundredth time. It had been almost thirty minutes since Byron stormed into his apartment and all he had done so far was pace around. “Relax? I told her I would f**k her tonight and you know if we actually get to have s*x, she will know I was lying about being gay,” “If she gets too curious then just lie about imagining some gay dude during the s*x, or probably just act like you faked it,” “As if its so easy,” he sighed, sitting on the leather couch beside Phillip. “You know what? How about we go get some drinks?” Phillip suggested. “That’s a great idea but not the usual place. Right now, I want peace and being surrounded by some rich snobs or women trying to get me to get into thei
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