Chapter 132 Jealousy
The Zephyr Energy Solutions Company sent their regional manager from headquarters, and it turned out to be none other than my college classmate and former roommate George Evans. In college, we nicknamed him "Fatty" because he was chubby with big ears and a fair complexion. As for me, my nickname was "Sunshine Boy" because among the four roommates, I had the most standard appearance and was often teased as the most handsome in the class.
College days were wonderful, and besides comrades in arms, roommates should be considered as close as brothers. Over the four years of college, the bond among the four of us in the dorm was strong, with minor conflicts easily overshadowed by our friendship. After graduation, we all went our separate ways for our careers, gradually losing touch. George went abroad for further studies right after graduation due to his affluent family background, while I couldn't afford to study abroad because of my mother's illness and our financial situation. When I got married, George, who was overseas, sent me a gift to convey his blessings. The last time we contacted each other on Facebook was three years ago, and I was surprised to learn that he had returned to the country and become a high-ranking executive in a large company.
George is easy-going, loves singing and joking around, and being well-off, he was generous with money. During college, when any of us roommates faced financial difficulties, he was always willing to help, including lending me money when I was broke in college. You just needed to mention a number when borrowing money from him, and he would readily lend it to you without hesitation.
As we tightly embraced each other after six or seven years apart, we were both filled with excitement. We sat down and started catching up, completely forgetting the purpose of our meeting. We talked a lot, sharing our post-graduation experiences, reminiscing about our college days, and the conversation seemed endless.
After a couple of hours had passed, we finally remembered our purposes and roles. He now represented Zephyr Energy Solutions Company, while I represented the family members of injured employees. George candidly disclosed the bottom line and maximum concessions from the company headquarters, which exceeded my initial expectations. Hearing George's words, I couldn't push too hard, so I also compromised on some of his concessions, at least giving him some leeway with the company headquarters.
What was initially expected to be a confrontational negotiation turned into a situation where we both made concessions. If we didn't accept each other's sincerity, we wouldn't give up, which was quite amusing. In the end, we signed the agreement satisfactorily and hurried to resolve these troublesome business matters.
After signing the agreement, George's warmth and loyalty resurfaced, insisting on inviting me, Katniss, and Nathan to dinner. Katniss and Nathan were both at the same university at the time, and Katniss was the most beautiful girl in their department. When I pursued her, George provided a lot of advice and assistance, financially supporting me in various ways, some of which I still haven't repaid. Although the money seemed insignificant to me now, it was a substantial amount during our college days.
During college, we often gathered with our respective girlfriends, and Katniss, undoubtedly the most beautiful among them, always made me proud. Learning that George was a high-ranking executive at Zephyr Energy Solutions Company surprised and delighted Katniss, as they were familiar from their college days. Nathan arrived first, and when Katniss finished work, she joined us. As we reunited, memories of our college days flooded back, and the conversations and laughter were as carefree and uninhibited as they were back then.
At the dinner table, Nathan, unable to drink due to health reasons, smiled as he watched us enjoy ourselves.
After dinner, as George's task was completed, we prepared to take a group photo. When it was time for Katniss and George to pose together, their intimate embrace didn't bother Katniss or me. In our college days, our relationships were like siblings, and George's upright character meant there were no formalities or reservations between us, perhaps the epitome of platonic friendship. So, when Katniss and George embraced, our hearts were pure, reminiscent of the carefree and uninhibited days of our youth.
As I was about to take the photo, a sudden loud noise made us all turn to Nathan, who had accidentally dropped his glass, shattering it. Although I was a bit tipsy, I sensed a mix of bitterness, jealousy, anger, and frustration in Nathan's expression, likely triggered by seeing another man embrace Katniss. He couldn't control these feelings, and in a moment of distraction, the glass slipped from his hand.
Unaware of the situation, George, Katniss, and I recovered from the initial shock, and Nathan awkwardly smiled, diffusing the tension.
We took various quirky and special photos together, reflecting the uniqueness of our bond. Katniss and George's poses were affectionate, but we didn't mind, as they were good friends in college, the best of companions despite being of the opposite sex.
While Nathan endured inner turmoil, I observed him discreetly, noticing his growing displeasure, as if his beloved Katniss was being defiled by another man.
Only I noticed this detail, while Katniss and George remained oblivious. Eventually, Nathan excused himself to the restroom, leaving the room for over half an hour, whether to escape or for other reasons, I couldn't say.
The dinner ended with reluctance, and as we bid farewell, we promised George to visit Joyful City soon, with him covering all expenses. George was unlike the so-called friends in society who only seek benefits; he was genuinely willing to invest in friendships and brotherhood. Such genuine individuals are rare in today's society.
Returning home in a haze, slightly intoxicated, Nathan helped me upstairs, my steps unsteady. Tonight's gathering was special, and Katniss, having also imbibed, walked more steadily, albeit occasionally swaying, likely feeling a bit dizzy.
Back in the bedroom, with Katniss's help, I changed into pajamas, while she went to shower. Lying on the bed, I tried to sober up a bit, feeling a surge of desire. At the dinner table, George had joked about my droopy eyelids being a sign of impotence and even ordered a drink to stimulate my sexual performance. Little did he know, his jest was spot on, and the drink he ordered surprisingly worked, arousing me.
With a mix of the potency drink and the remaining sexual enhancer, I wondered if tonight would unleash my strongest performance ever. Despite concerns about potential side effects under normal circumstances, my alcohol-induced boldness made me disregard them. Dragging my unsteady legs to the living room while Katniss showered, I poured the sexual enhancer into a glass of water.
Placing the glass on the bedside table, I planned to drink it later. As Katniss finished showering, I also prepared to freshen up, hoping for a passionate encounter with her later.
Katniss offered to help me shower, but I declined, preferring the comfort and freedom of washing myself. Glancing at my semi-erect penis, I couldn't help but anticipate the intimacy that awaited us.
After a rushed shower, I returned to the bedroom, where Katniss, slightly tipsy, lay down to sleep. I picked up the glass from the bedside table, the hot water now cold after my shower. I quickly drank the water mixed with the sexual enhancer, hoping for an early reaction. Lying down, I embraced Katniss, inhaling her intoxicating scent, eagerly awaiting the effects of the enhancer.
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