Chapter 317
KING
Stop watching the fucking clock, King.Stop checking your goddamn phone. He hasn’t called or texted in the past seven seconds.
I take a slug of my beer and stare at the door of my apartment. Mason hasn’t contacted me at all since he told me to go home last night. While I appreciate that me turning up half drunk wasn’t the smoothest move, I hoped to get some response to my voicemail this morning. I woke up with a headache from Satan himself and a gut full of remorse and shame. But my remorse is all due to my actions before drinking with Nathan and Drake and nothing to do my confession. What I regret most was walking out on him in the first place.
Despite my determination not to, I glance at the clock again. He’s two minutes late. More likely, he’s not coming at all. But it’s not like seven was a definite time. Maybe he’ll still show up.
This is a repeat of the conversation I’ve been having in my head all day long. I could hardly focus on the job for longer than ten minutes without r

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