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Fuck Court Kensington.
He’d been strutting around the entire reception with a woman at his side he hardly tolerated, let alone liked. And then had the audacity to come at me about showing up with someone else. When I had come alone.
Why the hell had I gotten my hopes up? Why had I let myself be fooled that Court was somehow a different person?
He’d yelled at me for judging him and assuming he was a playboy. But then shown up with Poppy f*****g Arlington on his arm. He might coach youth lacrosse in secret, but it didn’t excuse the way he acted. One or two good deeds didn’t cancel out years of asshole behavior.
The truth was, Court Kensington was a train wreck.
As much as all of my research had indicated from the get-go. Lark had said that he was a playboy. That he’d f****d
