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Cerian.

"What's this guy like - I mean do you know where he lives,his last name,favorite color. You know the nitty gritty stuff?" Dean asked as he drove out of the compound, "Seatbelt Cerian,"

"Well,we go on first name basis," I fastened my belt, "And he lives here in LA I just don't have his address . Yet ."

Dean huffed , " I feel like I should meet him to ...you know get to know the guy who's fucking my best friend,"

"We haven't fucked. At least not yet,can we talk about something else. Or listen to something," I turned the radio on.

Dean respected my decision and throughout the ride,he didn't ask about Corey. All we did was talk about the album launch in a few days time . I owed my fans after almost a year of nothing,no new singles or any collaboration, reason being I wanted time to think. Time for myself and time to maybe save my marriage .

Now I needed a smoke.