Too Much To Bear My Love

“Oscar Clinton, how shameless can you be?” Carter sarcastically asked.

“What is causing you such great angst, Mr. Scott? Sex between a married couple can’t possibly be called shameful, can it? Don’t tell me a grown man like you is still a virgin!” Oscar teased.

Carter took a sip of alcohol to mask his sorrow.

“Mr. Scott, this bar is famous for its beauties. All it takes is a snap of your fingers, and they will flock to you.” Oscar continued to push him.

Carter just quietly drank his liquor, lost in thoughts.

Oscar lifted his glass and started drinking too. For a rare moment, a sense of peace prevailed.

Finally, Carter broke the silence. “Mr. Clinton, please treat Amelia well. She had a hard life. Outwardly, she may seem to be fearless, but she has a really kind and gentle soul. If you are the one she loves, I am willing to retreat and watch over her from a distance.”

Oscar was tickled. “Mr. Scott, are you playing the role of a melodramatic second male lead?”

Carter was not disturbed by Oscar’s comment. “The male lead usually has affairs with different women while the second male lead is destined to watch over the heroine. If Amelia is meant to be the female lead of this drama, then I will willingly take the supporting role. I will do anything so long as she can be happy.”

Oscar laughed out loud. “What a passionate man you are, Mr. Scott. Unfortunately, this act does not sit well with me. You should be grateful I am not bashing you up for eyeing my woman.”

Carter can only put on a miserable smile. He composed himself and said, “Mr. Clinton, how about we reconcile and enjoy a drink together?”

“Reconcile? Were we ever in conflict, Mr. Scott?” Oscar questioned.

Carter was caught off guard. “No. No conflict at all. Everything happens for a reason. Let’s drink to our acquaintance!” He laughed it off.

Oscar summoned the servers and asked for the best booze they have. He mixed the different booze, creating a potent cocktail. “The whole idea of drinking is to get high. You wouldn’t mind this, would you?” He challenged Carter.

One can never show any sign of weakness in the face of their competitor. Carter took a glass of the cocktail and downed it. “Impressive! Come, have another,” Oscar urged.

“Shouldn’t Mr. Clinton have one yourself?” Carter countered.

Oscar took a glass and did a bottoms-up too.

“Well done, Mr. Clinton,” Carter reciprocated.

to down glass after glass and finished the few bottles

Scott, you sure can hold

bad yourself.” Carter returned

we do an all-nighter, Mr. Scott?” Oscar started pouring

phone rang. He picked the call, but before he can utter a word,

The

are you? Why is there so much noise in

am in a bar,” Oscar

miss you. Would you come by to spend time

late. Don’t wait up. I will visit you and the baby tomorrow,” Oscar said after a

matter where you are, you will come running to me when I need you. Now you use

flustered. Maybe the liquor was taking effect on him. “Cassie, stop this fuss and go to bed. I will visit you and the baby tomorrow.”

she sobbed, “Oz, you

am with my business associates. You wouldn’t want to distract me from work, would you?” Oscar tried to keep his

love of your life?” Cassie sought his

I

was splashed with liquor. Once he recovered from the shock, he glared at Carter as he wiped his face dry. “You better have a good reason for

I think you deserved that,” Carter responded indifferently, leisurely sipping his drink as

yes. But who are you

would not want to see her get hurt,” Carter

his fist right into Carter’s face. Carter was taken aback momentarily but recovered swiftly and fought back with

them. They were allowed to summon their lawyers to assist in settling the case.In the meantime, Amelia got a call from an old

who informed her of

see Oscar and Carter together. She could not figure out how the

for these two men. “The two of you fought?” she

looked up to her and complained, “Your

still gently examining the wound

sank when he noticed Amelia only had eyes for Oscar. “I am sorry, Amelia. I was too hot-headed and picked a fight with Mr. Clinton. I am to

that Amelia became aware of Carter’s injuries. They were as bad, if not worse, than Oscar’s. She frowned slightly

by her concern. “It’s no big deal,” he assured