I fell in love with a bad boy

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Helen's POV
Sierra and I arrived quickly at Easton's company's building, but not before Gino. We sprinted into the building, got into the elevator, and went into Easton's office. When we walked inside, Gino had already started his attack. Currently, he was in the middle of punching Easton repeatedly in the face. Easton had a black eye forming and a bloody nose, but the part that shocked me was that Easton wasn't trying to stop Gino from attacking him. Why would he do that?

Easton's POV
I had been plotting by myself to get Helen back for a while, and a couple times I tried calling her up so I could meet with her and win her back, but she never answered or returned my calls. I had already tried barging into her house and trying to win her back, but she started yelling at me at what I think was French, and throwing stuff. None of my plans had worked. Maybe I should get some help. I know! Gino! I'll call him! So I immediately pull out my phone and dial Gino's number. "Hello?" A sleepy Gino asks. I check the time. 11:56 PM. Oh well. "Gino, it's Easton. I need your help. Helen won't talk to me. Can you talk to her and ask her to?" I ask him. "Dude, that won't work," he says. "If we're going to get Helen to talk to you or anything like that, we need a plan. A good plan." "Okay," I say. "What do you have in mind?" "First, tell me everything that happened," Gino replies. So, I do. "You messed up big time. This is going to be harder than I thought," he says when I'm done. "Yeah, I know. But I'll do anything to win her back," I sigh. We devise a plan, and that is why Gino is "punching" the heck out of me. We know that Helen still cares for me, so if Gino "attacks" me, she'll try and stop it, and will have to tell me how she feels. My secretary used to be a makeup artist, so the black eye and bloody nose Gino gave me is fake. "Stop it!" Helen yells, just as planned. She and Sierra drag Gino away from me. "Are you okay?" She asks after Gino is under control. I act like I'm not, but am too proud to say I am. I nod. "Why weren't you fighting back?" Helen asks. "I deserved it," I reply. "I hurt you." Helen's eyes change from compassionate to guilty to love. "Let's clean you up," she says. My eyes widen. If she cleans me up, she'll know it's fake! "It's fine," I say. Helen rolls her eyes, and grabs a napkin from her bag. I move out of the way before she can clean it. She holds me in place, and goes to wipe the "blood" off. As soon as the makeup smears, Helen's eyes turn angry. "Makeup?!" She asks. "Just so I would talk to you?! You're unbelievable!" She drops the napkin and turns to leave. "Helen! Wait!" I call, but it's too late. She storms out of the room.