Greg's POV
IT was the later hours of the day, after cuddling with Gianna all afternoon. I went to the living room only to be welcomed by the presence of those idiotic friends of mine.
Nelson was seated lazily on the sofa with one of his legs on the glass floor, while the other was placed on the sofa.
Jones the laziest and talkative of them all, was deep in slumber on the double sofa.
Then Lionel, my closest buddy, the grumpy and most serious of them all was seated erect on the sofa with a pair of dark tinted eye googles.
"Why are you still here?", I questioned sitting beside Nelson.
"Why were you running like a runaway bride few hours ago?", Nelson teased trying so hard not to laugh.
"If you guys have nothing more to say, get the f**k out of my house", I barked glaring hard at him.
