Ella
The real spectacle wasn’t the man standing stiffly in his boxers, face redder than a spilled bottle of merlot.
It was the other one.
Just as underdressed. Just as unhinged.
Before anyone could fully process the aftermath of Paige’s removal, the second man—eyes wild, veins bulging—suddenly lunged forward. In a blur of limbs and outrage, he grabbed the first man and began shrieking at the top of his lungs, clawing at him like a feral cat.
“You started it!”
“No, you did!”
They grappled awkwardly, skin slapping against skin, both of them screaming like banshees as angry red welts bloomed across bare chests and backs.
To anyone watching without context—and honestly, even with context—it looked disturbingly intimate.
Earlier, the chaos had been so intense that no one had noticed th
