CHAPTER THREE
Almost every evening before he went home from the office, Grant Wells stopped in at the compound bar and had a nice relaxing drink. It wasn't that he couldn't relax at home but just that he enjoyed the privacy he got while he was in the bar.
Grant poured the dark foaming bottle of beer into his tall glass and leaned back in his chair to enjoy his solitude. After a sip of beer, his thoughts returned irritably to the past three weeks. He was Goddamned upsets pissed off! First, Claire had come in that night and sucked him off, and then he too had lost his head and licked her p***y. He couldn't bear to touch her after that and she had been hurt and taken to going out at night without him. He didn't mind her night-time outings so much while they were in the compound, but what wa
