He tries drowning his problems

Every devious glance Tiffany gave drove Kyall mad. Mad with lust. Mad with desire. Mad with fear. He tried his best to get through the dinner, excusing any signs of anxiety around his nerves surrounding his brother's impending wedding. That anxiety spread reflected like a mirror for Alexa. She had no idea of Kyall's other affair, and couldn't help but fear he might give away their own tryst.

Once the dinner came to an end, Kyall went straight to the bar. Much to his relief, neither Tiffany or Leanne followed him there. He started with one bourbon, but they soon multiplied. He tried his best to nurse his drinks, not wanting the bartender to cut him off. He had no idea what he was going to do, but he hoped that Tiffany would fall asleep before she got him into any trouble.

Then again, it wouldn't be the first time they had done something risky. Hell, every time he hooked up with Tiffany was risky. But that risk was worth it. Tiffany wasn't just attractive. She was moldable and open minded. Best of all, he was Brian's daughter, and every time he had to be in the same room with that prick, he would always be able to take comfort in the fact he was fucking his daughter.

"Easy there. You've got a wedding tomorrow." Kyall heard someone say.