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

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

was a 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

or tigers. According to him, aggressive animals brought bad vibes into the home, disturbing the peace. But it seemed like Brown either didn't know or

with a golden python sculpture

preference for these fierce creatures seemed

we could only guess what he had in store for

we were already here, worrying wouldn't

suddenly, snapping me out

him a disgusted look, which only made him

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

the worse, he wouldn't

apprehension, I followed Brown through the living room to his backyard, where a pungent smell hit

called out, "Ernest, I'm