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!”

his happy and sacred

staring strangely at him, wondering why he

the window with a relaxed air about him. “Look at how beautiful the weather is. It’s a perfect day for

food here,” Marcus said quickly, not Liking where this was

“Don’t worry about that. We came with all the food, ingredients and tools needed. We have a whole

hung out with. One was Darin who

he had never seen. One of them, probably Mylo’s girlfriend, was in Mylo’s arms, and the other, was in Delmor’s friend’s arms. She

things up. Let’s set up the grill

down!” Marcus ordered

at Marcus, then at each

set things for the barbecue up. Everyone was bustling around on the outdoor

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