Paul's POV.
“Are you ready for this?" Mo asks me as I walk into the gym.
“Is anyone ready for this?" I ask him, slinging my bag onto the floor.
“Is Eleanor coming tonight?"
Mo had been a nonstop flood of questions since I asked him to pick me up from the apartment. In an attempt to distract myself this morning, I had asked my cousin to take me to the tuxedo shop, ending us up at the location of the pickup fight.
I had decided to keep the actual details of the fight from Eleanor, knowing that the less she knew about things, the more protected I could keep her. But the overwhelming and nagging guilt of keeping such a big event from her was eating away at me the entire day.
“No," I bark out. “And I'm not going to tell her—"
“Not smart to keep things from us women." A tall, caramel
