Avery's POV"I can't believe her," I fumed beside Drake, my arms crossed. "She just shows up here like she has any right to be in our home, dressed like that, claiming Chris invited her to some party I didn't even know about—""Hey." He turned me to face him, his hands on my shoulders. "Take a breath.""Drake, she's doing this on purpose. She knows exactly what she's doing, showing up here, batting her eyes at you and Chris, trying to—""I know." He cut me off gently. "I know what game she's playing. And I'm not interested. You know that, right?"My eyes searched, hoping he was really telling the truth, and I knew he could recognise the worry there, the insecurity that Bianca had planted. I hated that Bianca, his ex, could still get under my skin like this."She'll be out of our lives soon," he promised, pulling me closer. "Chris is handling it. Once this party is over, he's going to make it clear that her services are no longer needed. She won't have any reason to come around anymore.
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