Ten minutes later, it was Dorian breathing down my neck. “What’s wrong with you?” he yelled, leaningagainst the desk on his fists and glaring at me.
Touché, Laramie.
“Did your fiancé send you in here to bug me?”
“Stop with the attitude, Evan. This is serious. You’re lucky somebody didn’t take a picture, or thatit’s not in the news. What the hell happened between you and Chuck?”
I didn’t want to talk about this right now. “It’s not any of your business, or Laramie’s, or anybodyelse’s, goddamn it! Why can’t you people leave me the fuck alone?”
Dorian took a step back, his eyes wide. “Jesus, Evan. I’m just trying to understand what’s going on. Why are you acting like such a shit?”
“Would you just leave, please?” I was so frustrated with everything.