Everett
Hugo and I are back at the apartment after a long day of work. We ordered in because we were in no mood to go out or cook, which works because it allows me to talk with him. Things have been hectic since his arrival, so he really hasn’t brought up Aubrey. We have pizza and beers, watching a football match on the TV.
“Hugo, we need to talk,” I say, getting straight to the point.
He mutes the TV and turns to me. “Yes, we do. I want the truth about you and Aubrey.”
There is no point in prolonging it. “Aubrey and I are together. We have been for months.”
His brows furrow and his face turns red. “I f*****g knew it. What the hell were you thinking? I told you to stay away from her. She is vulnerable, Everett. She doesn’t need another man lying and hurting her. Can you not listen fo
