Stuck in you

Michael laughed sarcastically at Jack. It was impossible for him to believe Jack hadn't had sex for many years. The two of them grew up together. It would be more convincing for Michael if Jack had been castrated than the thought that he hadn't had sex for years.

Of course, he wouldn't say that. It would be mighty offensive to Jack. Michael shrank when Jack glared at him. He immediately removed his hand from Jack's shoulder.

"Hey, man, if you're having problems, you can tell me," said Michael. "Trust me, it will be just between us."

Jack probably had a reason. Michael knew him well enough to know that there was something bothering him. Perhaps Jack was too embarrassed to admit it. Maybe he was having problems sealing the deal. By the tone of Michael's question, Jack understood what he meant. He was gradually becoming annoyed at Michael's persistence.

Michael ignored the fact that he was annoying his friend and continued talking. Jack slowly raised his bruised left hand and clenched it into a fist in front of him. He raised his eyebrows at Michael. "What sort of problem do you even think I have, huh?"

When he saw Jack's clenched fist, Michael stopped talking. No matter how sincere he was, Jack might've thought it was an insult. Michael gave Jack a dry smile. "Look, bro, I just wanted to know if there was something holding you back." Michael patted Jack's back. "You can tell me My doors are always open."

Jack sneered at Michael. "Can you really do something to help me with that sort of problem, Michael?" Jack's voice was gradually becoming angrier and louder.

Michael's face turned pale.

They were bonded as brothers. But they had already been of age when they saw each other naked. Did Jack really ask him to do that...with him?

No matter how close they were as friends, it would be so weird if they touched each other's crotches. Michael couldn't bear to imagine that sort of scene. It was horrifying!

He almost threw up in his mouth just by thinking about it.

Michael was driven to nervous laughter. He stepped away from Jack a little bit and smiled sheepishly at him. "Dude, we need to get you a girl. I'm going to help you find one, yeah?" said Michael.

"You're the one who told me I can ask for your help, and that you'd do anything for me," Jack snorted.

Michael almost choked on his own saliva. "Jack, listen. You're my friend. My best friend, even. But I don't swing that way, bro! Don't ask your best friend to stroke your thing, that's just all sorts of wrong!"

He leaned forward and put the beer on the table. Michael chuckled after a few moments of silence. "So...you really haven't?"

Jack leaned back on the sofa. "Haven't what?"

"Had sex with a woman." Michael crossed his arms. "I don't believe it."

Jack chose not to answer his question. Instead he thought of how Celine did not respect his privacy and ended up telling the others.

Obviously, Jack was angrier at Celine than he was annoyed at Michael.

how many people knew about this, talking behind his back and ridiculing him, Jack felt furious. His

people that were familiar with him and Celine, he felt their judging eyes. He

of MK Group. Did he really stay by his woman's side and didn't touch

as the other men. Anyone that knew him well enough, knew how picky he

circle had been casually discussing that Jack might have found another to satisfy his

and they knew about each other's private lives, even what happened under the covers. Their lives were intertwined like roots and branches of trees. They didn't need to look too

of activities Jack liked to play, and

proud of herself. Having the president of MK Group under her control might have been one of her

but Celine showed it off like a medal. She would brag about it, regardless

chandelier on the ceiling, Jack tossed

Michael's question. The answer was written all over his

to console his friend. He tried to open his mouth

was the only way

are you sighing about?" said

His eyes were more serious this time. "Is there anything special about Celine?" he asked. "There are hundreds of beautiful women out there, probably prettier than Celine. So why

like saying it out loud but he has made it clear time and time again that there was really nothing special about Celine.

murmured, "In fact, I think Rachel is more

that. "What do you mean, she's attractive?" There was a menacing tone in Jack's

so much better than Celine. But I do admit she's a little sharp-tongued for my taste. You know, actually she's very beautiful. To top it off,

so

plight. "Of course I am! You know

came to women, he would not

but I have a lot of experience with women. It's true that you and I don't have the same

managed to escape Jack by pushing him away. "What the hell is wrong with you, Jack?" Michael shouted. "Have you lost your mind?" Jack threw his hands back to shrug off

stood up. "Drive me home, you idiot,"

grin. There was a bruise above his left eye and his face

was still clueless why Jack just gave him the beating. "I didn't even insult Celine or Rachel, why are

later, Michael. I don't want to hear it," Jack replied. He wasn't angry

vessels pulsating. "Get up! I don't want to hear your

how angry his friend was, but couldn't quite figure out what had set him off. He barely said anything that could have upset him. All he

he could. Was it

and followed Jack. "Celine definitely knows how to manipulate