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, "This way,

were on Brown's turf, clueless about where Conrad and Yolande

massive, and right at the entrance was a painting that caught the eye-a fierce tiger mid-roar, its mouth wide open, showing off

dad always said it's better to decorate with landscapes or flowers rather than animals, especially predators like eagles or tigers. According to him, aggressive animals brought bad vibes

sculptures of wild beasts everywhere, with a golden python sculpture taking center stage in the living room, sending

his preference for these fierce creatures seemed to reflect his own

in his web, we could only guess what he had

were already

them?" Brown asked suddenly, snapping me

made

my spine. I instinctively looked at Ernest, who remained calm. Even though I had lost faith in his protective instincts, his composure was somewhat

the worse, he wouldn't just

his backyard, where a pungent smell hit

called out, "Ernest,