"I don't know," Gray shrugged, pouting over at Ginger for a moment. He didn't need this, did he? Fucking hell, Sim was always taking advantage of the fact that he had money, and that the girls liked him better.

What did he get from it? Nothing.

The more Gray thought about it, the angrier he got and the more time the vodka has to sink in.

"Nothinn, I guess." He slurred. "'Cuz I already fucked your mom."