This is my boyfriend. You firmly stated. But, that wasn’t your boyfriend. It was Elliot. And you were trying to get rid of Tyler. Your obsessive ex that was harassing you all night at the night club when you’d continuously told him to leave you alone. So, at the last second, you saw a familiar face walk past and without thinking, you’d grabbed his arm and used him as refuge. “Please, just play along,” you pleaded to him through gritted teeth. Then your ex scoffs. This is your boyfriend?
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