I looked down once more as his lips lifted with a grin, and I glared at his dimple once more.

"I'm not drunk; I'm just nervous, baby..." He's completely inebriated.

When he refers to me as "baby," it's because he's drunk and joking.

"For what purpose? Why did you arrive home so late? What happened to you?" I couldn't help but inquire.

I bit the inside of my lower lip. I immediately regretted my lapse in judgment; I hope I'm not just curious! I shouldn't be bothered anymore!

"Office," he grumbled.

I added, "Office with Tyshia."

And I can't believe his response,

He laughed. "Yes. We're all together,"

"What? Is...