11
Camden
I closed my eyes and breathed out slowly. My grip tightened on my beer. I had one hour. One hour where I could be out with my friends before I had to take my conference call back in our villa. The last thing I wanted to deal with was Penn Kensington.
Court put his hand on my shoulder. He didn’t have to say anything. We both knew that this wasn’t good. It was ironic really that my closest friend was brothers with the man I despised the most. Of course, up until recently, Court and Penn hadn’t gotten along either. It had been easier for me that way.
“Just let it go,” Court finally said.
But I couldn’t. I couldn’t just let it go.
I turned and found Penn striding toward my wife. His wife, Natalie, was nowhere to be seen. Convenient. I didn’t trust him. Not an ounce. And I could
