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as my wing man. You owe me that at least."
                  "How exactly do I owe you anything?" I ask, confused, looking around the parking lot.
                  "Uh, I don't know. But come on, it's the one time I'm asking you for something."
                  I sigh and run a hand through my hair and take a last look at Katy's dorm building. "Fine, I'll be there in about 30 minutes."
                  "I'll be waiting," Scott replies and quickly hangs up.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
      
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4
                  I pull into the parking lot of the swanky hotel Excite has all the fun set up at and sigh. It's so easy to get caught up in the highlights like this. Women at the tip of your fingers, all the drinks (or more...) you could dream of just by asking, and nights like this. Our management wants to keep its stars happy and out of trouble, so they make these special arrangements to keep us out of the bad papers. We can be naughty behind closed doors and the public has no idea what some of the so-called golden boys are like when no one else is watching. 
                  Stepping out of my car a valet immediately walks over and I hand him the keys. "Thanks." I smile at the nervous looking teenager and make my way inside.
                  In the lobby there is a crowd of people and before I even get to the line for the front desk I hear my name called and turn to see Scott waving me over.
                  "Over here!" he yells, and I follow him into an elevator.
                  "So what is it I have to do?" I ask him, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall as we're carried up.
                  He shrugs, looking at the number of floors rising. "Just be Liam Warren. You're like a girl magnet; they'll come for you and leave with me."
                  I roll my eyes. "Your ego is crazy, man. I hope you find the girl that changes your ways eventually. Otherwise you're going to be one to end up on the magazine covers as a play boy."
                  When the elevator dings that we're at our floor he shakes his head at me. "Nah, I'll always stay at good boy status. When I have the right girl, I won't be coming to these things anymore."
                  I nod and follow him down the hall to where I hear music thumping and people laughing.  Scott drags me over to a fancy looking metal table with padded seats, where we sit down and I people watch until a waitress makes her way over with a tray of drinks.
                  She leans down, making sure her top tugs down as she does. "Can I get you boys anything else?" she asks with a twinkle in her eyes.
                  "How about you come back to my hotel room with me?" Scott suggests to her, grinning.
                  She smiles tentatively at him and looks over at me, "How about you?"
                  I shake my head, putting my hands in the air in surrender. "I'm a taken man. No more going back to a hotel room with anyone."
                  She pouts and stands back up straight before making her way over to another celebrity-filled table.
                  "Maybe I shouldn't use you as my wing-man," Scott grumbles as he leans back in his chair, scanning the room.
                  "I might not be much help, what with the whole getting back with my wife thing now."
                  He runs a hand through his hair and peers over at me. "You're really serious about this, aren't you?"
                  I cross my arms and look him in the eye as I nod. "I really am. I'm not going to make the same mistake twice." I sweep my arm in front of me. "This kind of party is what drove Katy away from me. I can't let Hollywood cloud my head anymore, Scott. I love her, and I have to prove