Chapter 87

Alexander was just finishing up his wine when he heard the distinctive voice of Evan, one of his very old friends.

Evan was dressed in a cravat. This didn't come as a surprise to him. Evan was someone who didn't live according to societal norms.

He hadn't changed much. His hair was still red and touching his shoulders but his beard had overgrown and he had left it that way. It made him look older than he actually was.

"Man, it's been a damn long time since we last saw," Evan said and they shook hands. "You look older than before."

Alexander rolled his eyes. "The last time you saw me was four years ago. How do you expect me to be the same?"

Evan chuckled and clapped his arm. "I get it, man. But damn, every female in here has their eyes on you."

As soon as he said this, Alex turned to look around him and indeed, every female within one-eighty degrees around him had their eyes on him or were sneaking looks at him.

He wasn't fazed by it. Unconcerned even