A Ruling Passion – Chapter 1594

Mark wanted nothing more than a partner to drink his woes away. Even when he was drunk, he was tightlipped and aired nothing about his real birth circumstances.

If he could not even bring himself to tell Jackson, his best friend, then how could he ever tell Arianne?

Jackson had to lumber a very wasted, clambering Mark out of the bar while the nipping gale slapped his entire body. “The hell, Mark Tremont? Anyone seeing your sorry a** right now would suspect you’re at the verge of divorce, man!” he grumbled. “Who would drink like a man possessed if there’s nothing eating them inside? Or did you just lure me outta my house just to make me as miserable as you? I mean, it’s the best goddamned explanation I have now, man, since you ain’t saying anything other than forcing me to get as wasted as you are.”

No sooner had he finished his commentary than he espied Arianne standing next to Mark’s car. By the looks of it, she must have been waiting for a while, too. Her hair was a disheveled mess from being blown by the wind.

Arianne approached them and helped Mark up. “Did he tell you anything, Jackson?”