Back then, even if it was about work, he''d always wait at least ten or fifteen minutes before texting back.
["Yeah, just keep an eye on her."]
That wasn''t because he thought ra would cause trouble-he just worried she might run into someone she couldn''t handle or get herself into something she couldn''t fix.
Aiden honestly didn''t know what to say most of the time. He could only wish them luck and hope for the best.
Dn, though, hadn''t felt this chill in ages. Maybe never. He was so rxed, he didn''t even know what to do with himself.
He''d never been the type to scroll through social media, but today, he found himself mindlessly swiping through his feed, even liking a few posts here and there.
People who got his likes were so spooked, they started reaching out to Jackson for answers.
"Dude, Mr. Dn just liked my post. What''s up with that? Ourpany doesn''t have any recent business with Ferguson Corp, right?"
Jackson just rubbed his temples, trying not tough. "Don''t overthink it. He''s just in a weird mood today."
After three calls in a row, everyone was on edge over Dn''s sudden activity. Was Ferguson Corp about to buy them out? Was Dn hinting at something big? Was he really that bold?
Jackson had enough. He called Dn straight away.
"If you''re that bored, why note out for a drink? Seriously, it''s better than sitting at home making everyone panic with your random likes."
"ra won''t let me go out."
Jackson had to bite back his irritation, jaw clenched.
"Dn, you are seriously whipped. Name one guy in our circle who''s got it as bad as you. If people find out, you''ll never live it down."
Dn was flipping through one of ra''s old graphic novels, soundingpletely unbothered. “She just cares about me."
Jackson finally caught on every word out of Dn''s mouth was basically showing off.
He sighed hard and muttered, "Whatever, do what you want."
He was about to hang up when Dn added, "Maybe you should cut back, too. Drinking''s not good for you."
For a second, Jackson felt like he''d been struck by lightning. Dn, actually worried about him?
What, was the world ending? Was the sun rising in the west? Or maybe love really could turn a guy into someone totally new.
Jackson''s lips twitched a few times. He didn''t even know what to say, so he just grumbled, "Yeah," and hung up.
Sitting in his chair, he couldn''t shake
the strange feeling. Dn was on cloud nine with ra-probably about to make things official while his own marriage was still a disaster.
Not long ago, he''d tried to file for divorce, only for his dad to throw three whiskey sses at him. Since then, he''d kept his head down, not wanting to send the old man to the hospital with rage.
Seriously, what was up with that woman? How did she manage to win his dad over sopletely?
The more he thought about it, the more restless he felt.
Fine. If Dn wouldn''t go out for a drink, he''d go alone.
When he got to the bar, he spotted Nichs right away.
Nichs was sitting at the bar instead of hiding out in a booth-tall, broad- shouldered, impossible to miss.
Jackson was about to say hi when he saw a pretty woman strutting over to Nichs, hips swaying, eyes locked on him. Clearly, she was interested.
Jackson almost wanted to step in. After all, Nichs had it bad for Scarlette- other women might as well be invisible to him.
But Jackson had underestimated just how clueless Nichs could be.
The woman stopped right in front of him, flipping her fragrant hair over her shoulder. She''d been eyeing Nichs for a while-he was ridiculously good-looking and gave off that intense, mysterious vibe.
"Hey there, handsome. Mind buying me a drink?" she purred.
Nichs was already in a bad mood, frustrated over Scarlette. He''d just tried calling her again-no answer. She''d been out a lottely, always busy, and it was driving him crazy.
Without even looking up, he said tly, "If you can''t afford a drink, whye to a bar?"
The woman froze, thinking she must''ve heard him wrong. She forced a smile. "Sorry, what did you say?"
Nichs repeated, "I said, if you can''t afford a drink, why are you even here?"