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The raucous laughter from the group of friends seated around a table in the VIP section of ‘Club Aphrodisiac’, drew the attention of everyone. Some were amused, others frowned at their loud behaviour. The guys were however oblivious to everyone around them. They were obviously there to simply have fun and didn’t even notice that their loud laughter was attracting attention.
The group was made up of five doctors, who had come together to catch up on what was happening in each other’s lives. All five had been in medical school together and had remained good friends ever since. They hadn’t come together in about six months and therefore had a lot to talk about. Amongst the group was Jean Broody, Dean’s twin brother.
“I’m dead serious, guys.” Jean was insisting to his friends. “He’s damn serious about this one.”
“Shut up!” John, one of the guys shouted, disbelievingly. “Dean can never be serious about a girl, come on.”
“The guy lives and breathes pussy.” Mario, another guy chuckled. They all knew the notorious twins, as they affectingly called Jean and Dean, and their womanizing ways. And naturally, assumed Jean was pulling their legs…as usual. “There’s no fucking way your brother can stick it to just one girl. Hell, no!”
“Wait a minute. I have some shots of them on my phone.” Jean said, reaching into his pocket for his cell phone. “Now see for yourselves and tell me they don’t love each other.” He said, scrolling to the pictures he had of Dean and Kayla. “Check them out.” Jean handed his phone over to John who was sitting beside him.
As the phone was passed around, there were surprised gasps and nods all around, till the phone got to Cyril, the only gynecologist amongst the group. He kept staring and scrolling through the pictures with a frown on his face. He would sometimes blink and squint but still kept staring at one picture. That picture was a clear shot of a smiling Kayla.
“Dude, you sure that’s Dean’s girl?” Cyril finally asked sluggishly.
“What are you? High?” Jean laughed. Cyril had taken in more booze than any of them. “I just said she was, didn’t I?”
“Kayla right?” Cyril asked, still staring at Kayla’s picture.
“Yep. Know her?” Jean asked, taking in the frown on his friend’s face.
“Unless she has a twin called Kayla too, I definitely do.” Cyril laughed drunkenly, handing the phone over to Jean. “She’s one of my patients. And boy, is she hot.”
“Watch it dude.” Mario laughed. “She’s spoken for.”
“Hmmm…” Cyril reached for his glass. “Always wanted to hit that. Damn, she’s fine.” All the guys laughed, looking at the drunken Cyril. “Actually, just when I gathered the courage to tell her, it happened.”
“What happened?” Mario asked curiously.
“She went and got herself knocked up.” Cyril slurred and hiccupped.
“What?” Jean exclaimed with an incredulous look on his face. “Dude, be serious?”
“Dean didn’t tell you his lady love is expecting?” Cyril drawled.
Jean looked shocked. “Are you sure, Cyril?”
“Hey, I’ve been her doctor for years. I know.” Cyril laughed. “God, was she pissed. Didn’t expect to get knocked up since she was on the pill and all. Almost bit my head off. Such a feisty thing.” Cyril shook his head. “Told her shit is not hundred percent. Anyway, she wants to abort so problem solved.”
“What?” Jean bellowed. “Did she tell you she wanted to abort?” Jean looked livid.
Did Dean know about this? Did he approve? What the fuck was going on? All these thoughts ran through Jean’s mind. He knew his brother would never condone a thing like abortion. Hell, they came from a large family and their parents had always encouraged them to have a lot of kids. Each brother bragged about the number of kids they were going to have. Though it was just for fun, none of the brothers would agree to abort their kid…definitely not Dean.
Fuck, they had bets all the time. ‘Who gets the largest brood?’ Their mum had actually sweetened the pot by promising a huge prize for the one who would get the highest number…sensibly of course. The clause was that no one was to go breeding all over the place and expect the prize. So why the fuck would Dean agree to something like abortion, and with the woman he loved?
“Yep. Scheduled for tomorrow. Speaking of which, I need to get home.” Cyril slurred and got up. “Have to suck that baby out of sweet, sexy Kayla tomorrow afternoon.” He said, shocking an already confused Jean even more. “I’m outta here, guys.” And with a drunken wave, Cyril left the guys.
“Hey, are you okay?” John asked a red-faced Jean. He knew his friend was not happy with Cyril’s news about Kayla.
“I’m fine,” Jean muttered. He was boiling mad.
“Dude, you know he was drunk,” John muttered. “You don’t have to take what he said seriously.”
“Yeah, but we both know he wouldn’t lie about something like that. He knew what he was talking about, John. If anything, the booze rather loosened his tongue. He wouldn’t have said anything if he hadn’t been drunk.” Jean gave a deep sigh. “Thing is, I don’t think Dean is aware.”
“Jean, if you say anything, you’re going to put Cyril into trouble,” Mario said beside them.
“Don’t you think I know that?” Jean growled. “But I can’t not say anything.”
The guys went quiet for a while till their silence was broken by Ronhi, who they called the silent drinker. He usually didn’t say much when he was drinking.
“What if you play it this way? We all know Cyril. He’s not going to remember any of this come morning.” Ronhi looked at the others till they all nodded in agreement.
Cyril would usually ask the guys what had gone down the night before. He was a terrible drinker. That was why he always made it a point to come with his driver on his drinking sprees.
“So Dean pretends he doesn’t know she’s going to be at the hospital and catch her red-handed,” Mario concluded.
“Bingo.” Ronhi responded.
“But she could always say she’s there for her usual checkup.” John reasoned.
“I’ll go with Dean,” Jean said quietly. “We will confront her. She doesn’t have to know Cyril told on her. And even if she does, Cyril will understand.” Jean looked up at his friends. “Guys, I just can’t let this go. Please don’t ask me to. Please.”
The guys nodded and Ronhi patted Jean on the back soothingly. “You’ve got my support buddy. Just make sure Cyril doesn’t hang for this.”
By the time the doctors left the club, none even felt like they’d taken in a drop of alcohol.