Chapter 8

Before Brandon was engaged, he threw a party for just his bunch of fair-weather friends. Jenna was not in attendance. After having some drinks, everyone at the party started to lose their grip on reality. A guy who wouldn't shut up suddenly brought up Reegan. "Brandon, among all your girlfriends, Reegan is still the prettiest." "That's true. We all agree on that." "I would have dated her if Brandon hadn't warned us against it." "You'll never get the chance. Know your place!" The conversation spiraled out of hand. Suddenly, Brandon set his glass on the table and leaned back on the couch while staring at his friends. The voices slowly died down. "Um, Brandon, we're just chatting." "We have had too much to drink. We're just fooling around, so don't take it personally." Brandon merely smiled at them. "Now, you've reminded me of Reegan. But is she dead? I haven't heard from her in a long time." His voice sounded indifferent and rather flippant as though he had just been reminded of Reegan's existence. He spoke as though her death wouldn't even matter to him. A hush fell across the room. Smiling apologetically, Evan said to Brandon, "Mr. Price, I've messed up. I forgot to inform you that Ms. Rowland told me to return something expensive to you. "I put her in her place because I thought she was trying to get back with you. I didn't want her to make a scene before you." Brandon's gaze drifted to Evan. He let out a chuckle. "Evan Fields, you're getting out of line." Shocked, Evan got up from his seat. "Mr. Price…" "It is not your place to make decisions for me." "That's true. I crossed a line," Evan apologized. He was breaking out in a cold sweat. Brandon lowered his gaze and habitually adjusted the ring on his middle finger. "Call her and tell her to get here in 30 minutes." Stunned, Evan gasped. "Mr. Price, what is this about?" Brandon turned around to look into the dark of the night. "If she fails to make it in time, I will get engaged to Jenna for real tomorrow."