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Grant
Luckily, no one had questioned my motives for driving back to Jersey to get ass when plenty of women who’d been more than willing were at the venue. I’d never been happier for my manwhore title than at that moment.
But the only way that I could escape a repeat appearance at her place had been to get the f**k out of Jersey, so I’d packed my s**t and gotten the hell out of there. On the ten-hour drive to Knoxville to visit Sydney, I’d done nothing but convince myself that I’d been an i***t for storming into Ari’s house after the show.
A week away had been exactly what I needed. I’d needed to forget Ari and blow off some steam after the disappointment from the label. Then, when I’d come back, I’d fallen seamlessly into the daily band rehearsals and the routine we’d perfected sinc
