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.

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

eyes were hazy from

sparkling like a kid waiting for candy, I placed the pill in his palm and handed him

pouring, and despite our attempts to intervene, he drank everything handed

was venting, and before I could process it all, he handed me the

“Yeah,” I said.

the smell of alcohol and gently tapped his face. “Bryant, wake up. It’s time to go home.”

into a dazed smile

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

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

Chapter 31

She’d be furious.”

Mark, sitting in the corner,

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

into the car before Steven turned to assist a similarly inebriated

first thing I did was roll down the windows. I used to be indifferent to the smell of alcohol,

hour. Woken up in the middle of the night, on top of the day’s frustrations,

the bumpy ride, Bryant mumbled in protest, “Kevin, slow down!”