Bet For Respect

Dom sat on the plush leather couch in Tristan’s living room, a glass of whiskey cradled in his hand.

The soft hum of jazz playing in the background. Tristan and Nate lounged nearby, their eyes fixed on him with a mix of curiosity and disbelief.

“What's this we are hearing about you and that girl “ tristan says blowing his smoke

“You're literally everywhere with her,” Nate adds.

Dom says nothing.