#Chapter 67

Warren

"You did what?!" Connor screams at me, the sound echoing throughout his apartment. The apartment itself wasn't any less luxurious than mine, but it had a minimal design and was decorated with swaths of rich colors and somewhat odd abstract paintings.

"I've told you twice already." My eyes roll in agitation.

"I know I just...wow shit's getting bad for you." After a beat, he asks, "Are you okay?"

"I'm not. She's going on a date with Noah fucking West. What do you expect, Connor?" There's an edge in my voice, all my frustration seeping out.

"I expect you to drink this night away and think about this...