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Bradley raced out of the restaurant shouting my name, but I kept going. I had to get away from there . . . from her. The video didn’t work like I thought it would. Obviously, Ashleigh didn’t care that he f****d around with a s**t ton of women. Grabbing my phone, I punched in Camden’s number.
“What’s up, fucker?” he answered.
I slammed my car into gear and sped out of the parking lot. “We need to talk. Can you meet me?”
The line went silent, but then he came back on. “It didn’t work?”
“No, it f*****g didn’t,” I hissed.
“Okay, meet me at the bar in an hour. It’s time for Plan B.”
We hung up and I headed straight for the bar. My jaw throbbed from where Ryley punched me, but at least I got to kiss Ashleigh right in front of him. I had to accentuate the fact he wasn’t the only
