Page 4 of Shooting Stars

Rage had coursed through me as I’d watched Patrick slobbering all over an equally drunk woman as he fucked her up against a wall in a darkened corner where anyone could have happened upon them. The motherfucker hadn’t even put on a condom. Was that the first time he’d cheated on Emilia?

I suspected not but would never tell her that.

He wanted to hope he never ran into me any time soon.

I picked up all the messages from Patrick and tossed them. While I knew Emilia didn’t want to speak to him again, the sadness in her eyes was evident.

I had to do something to cheer my best friend up.

A few moments later, I picked up my cell, fired off a quick text to our driver, and stood abruptly. “Go grab your stuff. We’re getting out of here.”

“We are? Where are we going?”

“Home.”

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