it's so easy to fuck another woman, then why haven't you done it? According to the guards, you've been drowning yourself in liquor instead of pussy. Why is that?"
"Fuck off, John!" Patrick replied, flipping off the man he considered a brother. He hated when the British son of a bitch kept tabs on him when he traveled. The Irishman, however, did the same. Luther and Duff both had reported to Patrick that John was not acting like himself since Gillian left, and it was unlike them to worry. "We're not talking about me, boyo. Why are you so concerned with what I do or don't do in my bed? I say good riddance to the bitch! We got what we wanted from her, Johnny! Besides, you got rid of her! Stop moping around and move on!"
"I didn't get rid of her, dammit!" John yelled as he stood up and threw his glass across the room. It shattered on the floor. "Kitten fucking left me! Me! John fucking Kenric! I could have given her the world, and she didn't want it!" John then dropped down in the chair as he closed his eyes to keep from shedding the tears welling up in his molasses colored eyes. Opening them, his eyes met the Irishman's as he softly said, "She didn't want me, Pat."
Patrick poured John another glass of whiskey as he watched his best mate struggle for control of his emotions. The Irishman was absolutely shocked at the Brit's words. When had John ever cared about what a woman thought of him? John was talking as if he had feelings for Gillian Morgan. What the fuck was happening? Patrick was extremely worried about his brother. John was not one to display his emotions and definitely not over a woman. Duff had told him that the Brit had been out all hours of the night on his motorcycle drinking and was insisting that he be left alone. They had too many enemies out there for John to be so reckless with his own safety. If something ever happened to John, well, the thought was just too painful for Patrick to finish. There was no way that the Irishman could go on without John in his life. How dare Gillian upset his mate like this!
"I don't understand, Johnny," he began, wanting to take away the pain he saw in his brother's eyes. "Gillian clearly wanted you the night of the party, mate. She may have been lying to us about her past, but she was completely truthful in her feelings while we were fucking her. If I'm being honest with you, I felt it too."
John's chestnut colored eyes met Patrick's as he wondered if his brother was admitting that he, too, felt something for Gillian? He knew the man was trying to fight his feelings for the doctor, but he wanted to see if he would admit the truth. John had been in absolute misery since Gillian had left. He had been unable to drink, eat, or sleep, and his body physically ached. He had never done drugs, but he was sure what he was feeling was what an addict felt when they were going through withdrawal. John had spent countless hours watching Gillian's every move and was doing so when Patrick had arrived for lunch. Even though the Irishman didn't want to admit it, John knew that he also was spying on the American. John felt like a real bastard for how he had treated Gillian, and it crushed him to see her cry. Duff had told him what her reaction had been to the note and check, and John had spent the rest of the day getting drunk.
Glad that John had not responded to his admission, Patrick asked, "So, what exactly happened? I figured you were the one who made her leave, but it sounds as though she decided to go."
"I'm not even sure," John replied, taking a sip of the whiskey. The brown liquor did nothing to ease the pain in his chest and only soured his stomach more. "I was getting ready to grab Gillian for breakfast when I ran into her downstairs. Before I knew what was happening, she slapped me across the face. At the time, I had no idea why she was angry at me and demanding to leave. I have since learned, by watching the camera footage from my suite, that she had a brief encounter with Pandora that ended in kitten slapping her in the