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Ellie trudged up the stairs to the apartment. Today had been horrible. Adrian hadn’t come home last night, and he hadn’t even bothered to answer her texts or voice mails. He could be hurt or dead. He’s in bed with some other woman just like all the others. She didn’t want to believe it, but she couldn’t help it.
On top of that, she’d wasted the entire morning going to see that apartment. She opened the door and stopped on the threshold. Adrian sat on the couch watching TV. Relief surged through her. He wasn’t dead or hurt...which left...“You could’ve at least answered my texts to let me know you were okay.” She closed the door behind her and walked toward her room.
“Why? Did your other boyfriends do that? I’m new at treating women like s**t. You’re going to have to give me som
