“Please Deacon, you have to believe me!” Gwen begged him as he threw his clothes back over his naked torso and moved angrily towards the door. She quickly reached out to him, taking hold of his bicep before he managed to make his way across the threshold of the door.
“Then how in the bloody hell did it get in there?” He asked, both anger and sadness in his eyes as he knew that she had thrown herself off the wagon.
“Someone put it in there!” He rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in the air, before successfully motioning his body from the office and into the now vacant club. The only thing left had been the used glasses from customers and the custodial crew that were due to remain for the night to clean.
“Who?”
“I wouldn’t put it past Yasmine!”
“You have never given her a chance-
