Patrick groaned and tried to smother himself with the nearest pillow. Couldn't a man suffer through a hangover in peace in his own home? He was going to leave the couple to their toxicity until things began heating up. No way in hell was Patrick about to miss this Jerry Springer action.

Patrick rolled out of bed with a heavy sigh and tiptoed down the stairs. He sat on the bottom stairs and watched the fireworks fly. Patrick wished he could press pause and fix himself a bag of popcorn, but this was too good to miss.

"Arianna, let's just talk about this like the mature, reasonable adults we are."...