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it was the truth.
                  “You’re never interested.” Ang shrugged. “Me neither.”
                  Now that was unexpected.  If there was one thing my friends were, it was men trapped in women’s bodies. They didn’t sleep with every hot guy they met, but they sure as hell scoped out every hot guy as if they intended to. Flirting was their favorite past-time.
                  My disbelief must have been showing on my face because Ang’s expression went flat. “So where’s Liv?”             
                  “She didn’t tell me.  She just said that she couldn’t make it. Let me tell you, I’m almost one-hundred percent sure the woman is fucking someone.”
                  Our waiter returned with our drinks. I didn’t even acknowledge him when he placed my White Russian in front of me. I was too busy staring at Ang and waiting for her to elaborate further.
                  “Don’t tell me you don’t suspect the same thing.”
                  I nodded. “I do, actually.”
                  She frowned and downed half of her drink in one swallow. “We have to find out who this guy is. It’s not typical of her not to brag in some way or form, especially if the guy is good in bed. Which he has to be if she’s kept him around for this long.”
                  I lowered my glass back onto the table. “Wait. How long have you been suspecting this?”
                  “A few months now.”
                  Damn. What else can I say? I didn’t even wonder why I’d missed the signs before now. I knew why. My mind had been sucked into the world of Dorian ever since we’d begun our affair. It was a damned miracle that my grades hadn’t plummeted considering how obsessed my mind had become.
    Reminded of him, I took my cell out of my clutch, hoping to see a message. I don’t know how I managed to hide my disappointment when I saw none. Swallowing, I slipped my phone back into my clutch and turned back to my friend. “What made you start suspecting?”
                  Ang had taken out her cell and was glaring fiercely at it. “I called her.” She didn’t continue, glaring at her IPhone.
                  “And?” I prompted, watching her fingers move at light speed as she sent a text.
                  “I heard a man’s voice in the background right before she hurried to get me off the phone.” She threw the phone into her purse. “And I swear to God, Dem. The guy’s voice was so familiar, but I can’t place where I’ve heard it.”
                  Her purse was on the table and it lit up inside as her phone went off. “Who is that?”
                  “No one important.”
                  So said her mouth. The angry look in her eyes said differently. She sent a reply text before discarding her phone back inside her bag. The last half of her drink was gone one second after that. “Hurry up and drink that. I’m ordering the next round.”
                  I knew right then that it was a guy. I didn’t need the proof; I could feel it in my gut. So, apparently my friend needed exactly what I did: copious amounts of alcohol in order to forget a headache caused by a man. I raised my glass. “Cheers, bitch.” And I proceeded to finish it in two gulps.
                  “That’s what I’m talking about. Let’s do shots next.”
    ***
    “Ang, you’re outrageously drunk.”
                  A mumbled mess is what I got as a reply.
                  “Ang, I’m close to being outrageously drunk.”
                  This time, I was barely able to make out the words “I know.”
                  “And if you know this, why are you making me carry you down this hallway while I’m in six-inch