#Chapter29
The Guilt-01
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Just bloody marvelous!
DRAWING slow and steady breaths, I faked a smile. My knuckles whitened around the glass of scotch while I stared down the dance floor.
Brett kept glancing at me once in a while, then focused back on waitress’ arse who served our drinks. She kept coming back asking if we wanted something, and I tried hard not to roll my eyes.
/"You should loosen your hand on the glass, Linton. It breaks in a moment if you keep on gripping as if your life depends on it,/" Brett lightened up the mood. He knew exactly why I was pissed.
I stood up, leaning against the glass wall. /"Is this why you wanna meet me here? To torture me?/" My knuckles itched to break my brother’s face for inviting Arella over, but I held on to the thought that Clyve was with her because I couldn’t imagine another man touching her. Just the dance they shared made my blood boil, what more if she was with the other man?
