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"Sarah?"

"Cal, can you come get Vik and I? Bring Josh and maybe some of the others. We're got in a bit of a predicament."

"What's wrong?"

"They think Vik is a prostitute and are trying to get him to join them in a threesome."

A crash sounds from the other end and I take this time to glance back at Vik. The poor boy is nearly in tears. I've tried signaling the bartender, but he's a dick. I've even tried to pull Vik away, but the girl just got in my face and keeps preventing me from doing so.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I wish I was Cal. Please hurry. Vik is reaching his limit."

I hang up my phone and walk back over to the three.

"Come on, Doll. It's Venice! The city of romance. Help me and my girl have some romance."

"P-please. Ju-st le-ave m-me alo-ne."

I try to push past them to get to Vik, but the girl once again gets in front of me, catching me off guard. I stumble back and huff. The bartender is still paying no mind to what's happening.

Luckily, Vik and I went to a club that's within walking distance of the villa, so I know we don't have to wait long. At least, I hope so.

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