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And it wasn’t even The Billionaire Book Club’s fault—yeah, our little book club even had a fucking name

It all started out as some ploy by Cap, but quickly turned into insanity

Cap and Thatch—the roup in personality—were relentless during that ti bodily hare to read the book I’ readership, but we lead busy lives The pressure was starting to get to me, and I don’t even have a wife and kids to add to the madness

I snort to myself, and Kline raises an eyebrow I pay little attention to it as I get lost in hts

You’re also going to have a kid now…

I’ve been in a blind haze since I heard the news about the baby earlier this week I thought once I took action, I’d coether, so to speak

But rin, despite all

Frankly, I haven’t even achieved the first step—talking to Rocky

Contact, it seeirl, is next to impossible

I’ve called agencies and talent offices I’ve reached out to old friends froe for the school principal I’ve sent emails to her publicity contact and scoured the internet for a trace of her life before fame, but all I’ve found is a whole world of shit I had no fucking clue about

As it turns out, Rocky’s been in the business a hell of a lot longer than I first would have assu in shit since a year and a half after I left California at ten years old, for fuck’s sake

She’s been in show business longer than I’ve been in any business, and the reality of norance is almost impossible to s

How in the fuck could I have had no clue about this shit?

How in the fuck didn’t we garner more attention in that bar?

I can barely even keep my eyes open and steady for all the questions I have, and it’s eating me alive from the inside out

“Okay, enough is enough Who the fuck keeps playing footsie with lance around the roouys enjoy my company, but none of us is on the market except for Harrison” He jerks his head toward hs

“What’s wrong, Whore-i-son? Feeling lonely?”

“Of course,” I say, hton the side”

Thatch chortles, a gulp of spit and whiskey shooting out and spraying the table Trent wipes at his shirt before picking up a napkin and handing it to Kline

“As a as I find it to be covered in your spit, why don’t you share what has you so tickled with the class, Thatcher?”

He shrugs “It’s my Roomba”

“Roo I’m unaware of?”