Marcus’s eyes stayed on the brooding Calvin and his lips twitched. What was the need of coming here, if they were not allowed to have some fun!
Marcus, ever the instigator, walked closer to him with his perpetual smile widening as he nudged Calvin's arm.
"Come on, man. You can't keep pining over whosoever girl. Look around, plenty of women are here tonight who could make you forget her.”
Calvin gave him an exasperated look, downing the glass of alcohol, “I'm not in the mood.”
“You don't have to be. She will handle that,” he winked.
Calvin's gaze drifted across the room, as the whiskey burned a path down his throat, trying to focus on his friend's words, but his mind kept slipping back to Penelope's blue eyes and her amazing figure.
Then, amidst the throng, he spotted her — a woman wi
