Adam had just returned home. His vision was a blur and his forehead pounded painfully. The alcohol had only made him worse. That was odd. When he was confused and uncertain about anything, he sought solace in a pool of booze and in the arms of a random woman. It was temporary, he knew, but it made the confusion fade away, even if it was just for a short period. But today was different. No, different was not the word. It was just… odd.
At the club, he had spilled everything about the marriage arrangement with Summer and he watched in surprise as Richard drowned himself in tequila, shot after shot.
“You don’t usually drink this much.” Adam said with a slur. He as well was intoxicated, but his mind was clear enough to know that something was wrong with Richard. The way he mindlessly gulped
