“I’m spent. Brian, how do you plan on showing your gratitude?”

Brian, whose senses were dulled by the alcohol forced upon him by Sanford, squinted in confusion.

Sanford leaned in close, propping an arm on the sofa. “Play the drunken fool, then make your move. Once you sleep together, she’ll be putty in your hands.”

Sanford’s plot was simple.

If Brian and Rosalynn were to have sex, any discord between them would be resolved.

After all, no woman would turn down an opportunity with a man of Brian’s stature.

remained silent, massaging his temples as he attempted to sit

echoed from

shoved Brian back

put. Keep up

in to find Brian sprawled

men in such close quarters ignited

“You two…”

them

Brian playing

to his

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