#Chapter23

"No doubt about it. This is his place." I cringed at the sight. I never even saw Eric flirt with a woman before, or bring any of them home. It felt like Vincent knew an entirely different man than I did. Eric wasn't a playboy, he was annoyed by everything and anything, let alone to just hook up with random girls.

"Vincent, he has OCD. There is no way he would leave his things like that." I insisted while scanning the place with my eyes. As I crossed the living room, I found a small kitchen. At least four coffee mugs were there, unwashed.

I cringed.

"He doesn't have...