Chapter 72. Past and Secret Affairs

Jerome POV

“Why would you do that, man?” Christian rounded on me as soon as we got to my place in the isolated part of the state. I wanted a low-key life while I carried out my reasons for returning to this place of painful memories.

“Do what?” I strode casually to the nicely built-in bar in my living room to get a bottle of vodka. “Hey, you!” I snapped my fingers at one of the three maids I’d employed to keep the place clean and organized for me.

“Yes, sir.” She approached me.

“Get me lemon and a small knife,” I ordered.

She nodded. “Alright, sir.” And scurried out.

I filled my glass, waiting for the lemon.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Jerome. How could you?!” He continued to rant.