CHAPTER 21- TENSE
AUTHORS POV
GIL ROBERTS STRODED drunkenly through the first floor of Beverly Hills restaurant; his eyes were bloodshot. Gabriel walked with him, annoyed by Gil's drunken state.
"I warned you not to take the drink from that lady." Gabriel chided.
Gil held his head and groaned loudly, " It's not my f**king fault. She looked harmless."
Gabriel threw him a look and spoke in his thick British accent, " A dishabille woman with nails the length of my d**k is a freaking red flag."
Gil barked out an exaggerated laugh, " Then it means your d**k is pretty small."
Gabriel shook his head, tired of his friend's behavior.
They stepped into the elevator and Gavin pressed the sixth button. His face suddenly turned serious, and he slipped his long, slender fingers into the pockets of his blue, worn-out pants.