Chapter 167 Hotel Screamer Xix

• Ellen’s fists were clenched tightly at her sides. “Oh, I’ll fucking tell you who he is, Jay,” she sneered. “He’s someone who’s actually here for business. Not to fuck some—some workplace sidepiece! When you were up here, ‘working’ or whatever,“ Ellen gesticulated air quotes, “instead of going on dates with me like you promised we would, he actually spent time to me. Just because he's nice. Just because he thought I was fun to be around. He didn’t belittle me or pretend that my career doesn’t matter! You asshole!”
• A part of me was mortified, standing behind Ellen, watching this drama unfold. But another part of me was enrapt. If I had popcorn I’d been munching on it. I was beginning to understand what made soap operas so engrossing.
• “Babe, we weren’t even doing any—” The man started.