36

Arawn

“Must have been a hell of a tea,” Jenson mocks, taking a sip of his beer bottle.

I throw down my cards with a shake of my head, taking my glass of bourbon from the table.

“Didn’t even ask what it was.”

“You should have! I’ll tell my wife I want the same too.” Harvey says, getting the table to laugh.

“You wish.” I grunt, and they continue to banter about my allegedly drugged tea and my amazing sleep experience.

It’s bad enough, and I didn’t mention that I slept in her bed rather than staying on the couch.

“It wasn’t drugged.” I state, picking up the newly dealt cards.

“I had my blood tested.”

Out of the 5 men, Jenson is the one to laugh the loudest.

I lower my head with a grin as I watch them crack up on my expenses. Although I would like them to stop, I have to realize that I’m taken aback by the fact as they are. I had really hoped that the tea was drugged.

This way, I would have gotten rid of her.

“Well, if she makes you feel good there is nothing wrong with it, right?” Matti