“We need to talk,” I say, “about your sex addiction.” He chokes on his drink, coughing hoarsely. Lo and I pat his back at the same time. “It’s really, really out of control,” I tell him. And then Ryke wipes his mouth with his arm. “You can’t be serious.” “We just had to let go of Michelle. That’s the third store manager you’ve slept with. And I really liked Michelle.” I would’ve kept her around, but it complicates things. “And I completely understand. You can’t control yourself, but if you wanted to get away with hiding your addiction, you shouldn’t have slept with people we know. That’s sex
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