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.

his bodyguard immediately approached us,

were on Brown's turf, clueless about where Conrad and Yolande were, so we had no

painting that caught the eye-a fierce tiger mid-roar, its mouth wide open, showing off sharp teeth, as if ready to pounce. It was the kind of

like eagles or tigers. According to him, aggressive animals brought bad vibes into the home, disturbing the peace.

python sculpture taking

fathom his taste, but his preference for these

in his web, we could only guess what he had

since we were already here, worrying wouldn't

you like them?" Brown asked suddenly, snapping me out of my

look, which only made him laugh. "You'll

a chill ran down my spine. I instinctively looked at Ernest, who remained calm. Even though I had lost faith in his protective instincts,

turn for the worse, he wouldn't just

where a pungent smell hit us. Was this his idea

voice called