I had tried to stealthily make my way to the front gate where Lanke packed waiting for me, but I should have known that nothing happens in the Ramsey Estate without Mrs Helen's knowledge.
She had caught me just as I was about to cross the fountain.
After we spent hours talking and drinking champagne and whiskey, I had been too drunk and tired to bother returning to my apartment.
Not that the boys would have ever allowed me go, with the news of my travel plans, they want us to spend as much time together as possible.
We hadn't had a sleepover since our college days during breaks and holidays. But we did, last night.
And yeah, I know it sounds weird, three grown ass men sharing a room and sleeping on the same bed, it's the gayest thing ever. But we were all straight, and the love we shared was platonic.
