Chapter 18 My Princess

Benson and Thomas sat in a corner of the bar, surrounded by loud music and the buzz of the crowd. A few drinks were on the table, making their conversation more direct and candid. Thomas picked up his glass, swirling the liquid inside, looking at Benson through the glass. He teased, "You still have feelings for your wife, don't you? Otherwise, why would you sleep with her?" A complex expression crossed Benson's face. He picked up his drink and downed it in one gulp, slamming the glass back on the table with a mixture of frustration and anger. "She drugged me." Thomas was taken aback. He didn't expect Benson to say that. He frowned, contemplating the truth of Benson's statement. "Yvonne doesn't seem like the type to do that. There must be some misunderstanding." Benson shook his head, his eyes filled with determination and resolve. "The misunderstanding doesn't matter. If she wants to play games, I'll play along." As the night deepened, the bar grew more lively. Benson drank and