Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 31

Glancing at the clock, it was already past 2 AM. Wasn’t Bryant supposed to have left work with Ma

Margaret? Instead, he ended up grabbing drinks with Steven, and from what Steven implied, Margaret wasn’t there..

y out of

Calling Steven again only led to the realization his phone was dead, probably battery.

Left with no choice, I changed and hailed a cab to their usual hangout spot, a private club they often frequented.

By the time I arrived, the crowd had mostly dispersed. Only Steven and Mark remained in the private room alongside Bryant, sprawled on a couch, dressed in a designer suit, his long legs crossed, deep in slumber.

Seeing me, Steven gave me a helpless look. “Jane, I don’t know what got into Bryant today. He kept egging Mark on to drink, and we couldn’t make him stop.”

I had a hunch about what might have triggered it. Bryant was still stubbornly convinced that there was something between Mark and me.

It seemed all men might share this trait. They could mess around all they wanted, but they’d never allow even a hint of infidelity from their wives, even if such a hint was nothing but baseless suspicion.

and gentle even in his drunken state. “Mark,

hazy from

at me, his cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling like a kid waiting for candy, I placed the pill in

“Bryant wouldn’t stop pouring, and despite our attempts to intervene, he drank everything handed

process it all, he handed me the car keys. “You

“Yeah,” I said.

gently tapped his face. “Bryant, wake up. It’s time to

broke into a dazed smile upon seeing it was me.

spoke, he enveloped my hand in his. His palm was cool.

laughter grew louder, clearly amused. See, Jane? Good thing I didn’t call

Chapter 31

She’d be furious.”

in the

my hand, but Bryant’s drunken strength was surprisingly formidable, and

help, we got Bryant into the car before Steven turned to assist a

used to be indifferent to the smell of alcohol, but tonight,

middle of the night, on top of the day’s frustrations, I found myself aggressively alternating between the gas and brake pedals.

Bryant mumbled in protest, “Kevin,