Carl wouldn’t deny that he felt jealous when he sighted Adrian hitting on Amanda back there at the party. What turned out to be a final straw was when he sighted them heading towards a room to screw each other. He had gotten enraged, wanting to stop them when Mason intervened.

“F**k!” He growled as he banged his fist on the wall, his face mixed with a mixture of impotent fury. It was early Monday morning, and they were back at the clubhouse. He had spent all night brooding and thinking ...