Are you sure you don't want this?” Tiffany said, swinging a bottle of whiskey at Brent.

He shook his head. “No, I'm good.”

Tiffany nodded and returned to sit on his lap, “I'm sorry about tonight, but I just thought she was doing too much, like how and why would a friend do such a thing. Okay, let's say the reason is because she loves you, but then again, can she really win a heart with such an agenda?”

“You need not to be sorry. I could've been the one in that room, and God freaking knows how she's going to make up a lie. I'm sure even in a...