Jared sighed and shook his head. “And Mark?” “Yeah, there’s him, too,” I mumbled without looking either of them in the eye as I busied myself with finishing my coffee. “And when are you gonna get shot of him, Zoe? I’d be lying if I said I’m exactly clear on what you’re expecting to happen here, but I can tell you it’s not gonna happen—I know that much. You need to get out of his apartment, too. He is treating you like a paid slut, only calling you when he wants to and only meeting you at that apartment or all the way across town in a random restaurant, never anywhere public.”
THEY ARE SLEEPING TOGETHER EWWWWW
