AIDEN'S POV
“And so I told him… Man, you're one son of a…” He paused. “Aiden? Are you listening?”
I was jolted mid thoughts back to the present in a poker room surrounded by my friends as one of them with chestnut hair was telling us the same retired story that he hadn't shut up about since we were teens.
“Sorry, zoned out for a moment there.”
He came over and placed a worried hand on my shoulder.
“Are you good? You've been zoned out all night? Yeesh never took you to be the type to be whipped.”
“I'm not whipped,” I denied immediately. “No woman could ever have me wrapped around their finger, I'd say it's the other way around.”
“I see.” My friend settled back without a word for a second, twisting his lips with devious curiosity.”But doesn't it get boring though? Same woman? Same rou
