Jake sat in the VIP section of the club with a glass of bourbon seated on the table before him. Dressed in casual Demi jeans and a blue Levi's polo that hugged every muscled inch of him, his head bent and focused, his hand pressed on the buttons of his phone like a programmed robot. He was trying to reach Oscar.
Three days ago, Oscar had left his office in a rather abrupt manner and since that time, Jake had not heard from his best friend.
He had lost count of the number of calls and texts he had sent, but still, he sent more. He was typing his nth text when a hand casually rested on his shoulders.
Jake's eyes moved to the white Snickers that stood near him. His eyes raked the length of the intruder before settling on his face.
'Oscar!' Jake stood up to stand face to face with his fri
