Mylo let himself in with the spare key he had. Seated in the Living room on his black Leather sofa downstairs, were a group of rich Looking people.

Hearing Marcus come downstairs, Mylo looked up and tapped the Rolex watch on his wrist, clicking his tongue in reproach.

‘t’s almost noon. You usually get up early. What happened today?” “Did you work overtime last night?” Delmor chimed in.

Marcus just glared at them, silently cursing the idiots for disturbing his peace. He had waited so long and endured the torture to finally have sex with his wife. How long he slept was none of their business. Of course, he didn’t say that out loud.

He tucked a hand into his pocket and asked impatiently, “What are you doing here? I didn’t invite you!”

happy and sacred time

was staring strangely at him, wondering why

out of the window with a relaxed air about him. “Look at how

have food here,” Marcus said quickly,

said excitedly, “Don’t worry about that. We came with all the food,

his teeth and glanced at the two other men he rarely hung out with. One was Darin who was closer

them, probably Mylo’s girlfriend, was in Mylo’s arms, and the other, was in Delmor’s

setting things up. Let’s set up the grill guys,” Mylo said

Marcus ordered in a hushed

then at each other

ignored him and went out to set things for the barbecue up. Everyone was bustling around on

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