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.

gentle even in his drunken state. “Mark, are you okay? I brought some hangover pills. Do you want some?”

from the alcohol. “Sure.”

Mark regained a bit of sobriety and looked up at me, his cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling like a kid waiting for candy, I placed the pill in his palm and handed him a glas of

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

I could process it all, he handed me the car keys. “You can drive,

“Yeah,” I said.

against the smell of alcohol and gently tapped his face. “Bryant, wake

in annoyance and broke into a dazed smile upon

he spoke, he enveloped my hand in his.

See, Jane? Good thing I

Chapter 31

She’d be furious.”

Mark, sitting in the

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

Bryant into the car before Steven turned to assist a similarly inebriated Mark.

I did was roll down the windows. I used to be indifferent to the smell of alcohol, but tonight, it

night, on top of the day’s frustrations, I found myself aggressively alternating

with the bumpy ride, Bryant mumbled in protest,

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