No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Brown's idea of fun clearly wasn't a poker night; he was planning something dodgy.

I glared at him, and his distinctly European eyes shifted between me and Ernest. "The dynamics among you four are quite the drama. Jay was Jo's ex, and Jo was your ex, Alex, while Drake is your current flame. So, I'm really curious-who's really in love with whom

here?"

"Love anyone you want, but keep your nose out of it," I snapped back.

"Oh, come on, it's not snooping around, it's just some juicy chitchat. Plus, it all looks like a mess, thought I'd help you clear it up," he said, obviously having too much free time on his hands.

"Just spit out what you want," Ernest seemed to have no patience for his nonsense.

Brown pursed his lips. "Want to get to the point, huh? Alright then."

Saying so, he stood up and walked into the house.

I didn't move, but his bodyguard

Conrad and

mid-roar, its mouth wide open, showing off sharp teeth, as if ready to pounce. It was the kind of image that sent shivers down your

or flowers rather than animals, especially predators like eagles or tigers. According

a golden python sculpture taking center

fathom his taste, but his preference for these fierce creatures seemed to reflect his own

web, we could only guess what he had

since we were already here, worrying wouldn't

Brown asked suddenly, snapping me out

disgusted look, which only made him laugh.

down my spine. I instinctively looked at Ernest, who remained calm. Even though I had lost faith

turn for the worse, he wouldn't just abandon me,

his backyard, where a pungent smell hit us. Was this his idea of

voice called out, "Ernest,