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Sighing, I made my way down the hallway and slipped into my room. The sound of the air-conditioner was loud, preventing me from being able to hear anything aside from incoherent mumbles.

Making my way over to my bed, I sat down and threw my legs out in front of me. My phone was still on the nightstand where I’d left it, so I reached for the device, causing the screen to light up. My eyebrows furrowed as they took in the list of notifications from Rocky. Three missed calls and five texts. I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with him, but I was itching to do something after my recent encounter with the trophy wife.

Unlocking the phone, I hit the ‘message’ icon at the bottom of the screen.

Rocky

What were you doing at Club Euphoria? Are you actually going to work there?

I didn’t mean for you to see that.

Aspen. Please call me back.

Are you avoiding me?

I’m about to come over. Answer the fucking phone.

I rolled my eyes. What wasIdoing at Club Euphoria? What the hell washedoing there? He was being a hypocrite. Biting the inside of my cheek, I debated calling him back. Considering that Monroe didn’t need any more drama tonight, I hit his contact and dialed his number.

“Thank fuck,” he said into the receiver almost instantly. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“That’s debatable.” I wasn’t sure if madwas the right word. He sure as hell didn’t owe me anything. I was definitely confused though.

He released a sigh, followed by a moment of silence. “Look,” he began. “My friend got in some trouble a while back with the owner of the club and had to repay a debt. That debt was working for her. Dixie wasn’t comfortable sleeping with a stranger, so she asked me. Talissa distributes porn on the downlow. Only her ‘in’ crowd knows about it.”

I scoffed while processing this information. I had no right to be mad or jealous, but I couldn’t help how I felt. Rocky seemed different. But he was just a more discrete version of Collin.

“Fucking yourfriendis a huge red flag my dude,” I snarked. “It’s my bad really. I thought you were different.” Without giving him a chance to reply, I hung up and silenced my phone, tossing it on the bed beside me.

From now on, I was just going to rely on myself. These little phony ass dudes in this town couldn’t be trusted.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Rocky

Running my hands through my hair for the billionth time today, I stared down at my phone screen. Aspen was angry with me, and it was nobody’s fault but my own. My intention hadn’t been to lead her on, but looking back on it, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing.

Regardless, I kept my promise to her. Any chance I had, I was following one of the three assholes, trying to gain some insight on what their weaknesses were. It wasn’t easy; none of them talked about important shit publicly.

A light bulb suddenly went off as the thoughts slithered through my brain. It was a long shot, but there were two other girls that might just know something I didn’t.

Pocketing my phone, I made a beeline for Jessica’s room, knowing she’d be the more likely one to talk out of the two. Tapping my knuckles against the door, it opened almost instantly. A gasp got lodged in my throat as I took in her appearance. The girl was void of any makeup for once, red rimming her eyes like she’d been crying. A baggy sweatshirt hung off her exposed shoulder, followed by some ugly sweats.Even her dark hair looked dull, tugged into a knot on the top of her head.

“What are you doing here?” she snapped, narrowing her eyes at me.

“I have a proposal for you. Can I come in?” I motioned toward her room in which she reluctantly agreed, stepping aside to allow me entry.

The room was pretty much what I expected. Purple silk comforter decorated the unmade bed. A shelf full of jewelry boxes adorned the wall and a large TV was mounted to the wall facing her bed. Even her roommate’s bed was made up with its own set of purple comforter.

The door shut behind me, causing me to turn in order to face her. “Make it quick,” she snipped. “I have shit to do.”

“Then I’ll get straight to the point,” I agreed. “I need to know what Hunter’s weakness is.”

A look of utter confusion contorted her features and surprisingly, a hysterical laugh bubbled out of her. The sound was like nails on a chalkboard, and it took great restraint not to cover my ears.

When she finally managed to compose herself, she continued to look at me like I was delusional. “Why would I help you with anything?” she demanded, arching an eyebrow that was in serious need of waxing.

I was used to seeing her completely dolled up. Her hair was always done nicely, nails always done, makeup always done, clothes were always nice. This version of her wasn’t one I was used to.

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