Seven in the evening when Thorne came home from work. To him, the past hours feels like eternity. He;s accustomed to seeing Randy every seconds of the day. But today, it’s unusual. With a huge smile on his face, feeling elated and excited to see Randy and his all
The moment he twisted the doorknob open and he entered the mansion, the smile on Thorne’s lips fade in an instant. A loud chattering and big laughter resonated from the kitchen. Thorne, carefully closed the door. He could hear his hearbeat through his very own ears.
A line etched on his forehead, paying close attention to his wife and a man’s voice that he’s talking with. Thorne’s blood boil in rage. Hearing his wife, laughing with another man is something that Thorne loathed. Randy is his solely. No other man shall make jokes
