My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 162: Drunken Mess

Greg swiftly turned Cammy around before uncovering her eyes. "Here, take this," he said, pressing the valet parking ticket into her hand. "Go wait in the car. We need to dress up this idiot first. We’ll be right behind you."

Cammy took the valet ticket and nodded without argument. She had zero desire to witness Harry’s current state of nakedness any longer than necessary. "Yeah, no complaints here," she muttered before making a quick exit.

As soon as she was gone, Greg and Ethan scrambled to gather Harry’s scattered clothes.

"Alright, man, time to get you dressed—" Greg started, only for Harry to start thrashing wildly in protest.

"No!" Harry slurred, flailing his arms. "I’m not leaving until I cum!"

Ethan recoiled in sheer horror. "Jesus Christ, dude! You’ve been here since lunch, and you still haven’t managed to get it up?! There is something seriously wrong with your friend down there. You need to get that shit checked."

Greg ran a hand down his face, staring at Harry in pure, unfiltered disbelief. "What the fuck... Is this for real? So since he came here, didn’t even get hard not even once?"

He groaned as Harry tried to wriggle out of his grip. "For the love of—just shut up and put your damn pants on before I personally take you to the ER for failure to launch."

Harry, of course, kept struggling. Ethan shot Greg a desperate look. "I swear, if we don’t get him out of here in the next five minutes, I’m calling an exorcist."

Before Ethan could answer, one of the women chimed in with a sultry yet oddly professional tone. "Yes, Sir! We’ve all tried everything—different techniques, different approaches—but nothing worked. Your friend is completely unresponsive. I think he might have a serious case of erectile dysfunction."

Greg let out a long, exhausted sigh. He had never heard of Harry having any issues in that department before. Was this some new development? Or had he just been hiding it all this time?

Shaking his head, Greg turned to Ethan. "Did you settle the bill?"

Ethan nodded, still looking disturbed. "Harry gave his card to the manager before he even started drinking. And Greg—this is insane. The annual membership here costs the same as a brand-new car."

Greg groaned. "Of course, it does."

"Yeah, well, we need to get him out of here now," Ethan said, dragging a half-dressed Harry toward the exit. "But don’t take him to his apartment—take him to your house. He’s too wasted, and God knows what dumb shit he’ll do next. Let him sober up, then talk some sense into him."

Greg exhaled sharply. "Great. Because dealing with a drunk, sexually frustrated idiot is exactly how I wanted to spend my night."

Ethan clapped him on the back. "Welcome to my personal hell, buddy. Now move—I’ll fill you in on the details in the car."

As soon as Cammy saw Greg and Ethan practically hauling Harry out of the strip club like a couple of bouncers dealing with an unruly customer, she rushed to open the car’s back door.

"Babe, sit in the front. I’ll drive, Ethan can sit with Harry," Greg instructed, his voice firm.

Cammy didn’t argue. She knew better than to fight Greg when he had his serious business tone on. She slid into the passenger seat while Ethan helped shove Harry into the back, securing him like a troublesome toddler.

Once everyone was settled, Greg wasted no time. "Alright, Ethan. Spill it. What the hell is going on with Harry?"

Ethan exhaled loudly and launched into a detailed rundown of everything that had gone down at the restaurant. As he spoke, his expression shifted, like a lightbulb had just gone off in his head. "Now that I think about it... maybe this isn’t even Eve’s fault. Harry was already in a foul mood before he got there. And after what we just saw in that club... Could it be—hear me out—he was just diagnosed with erectile dysfunction? Maybe that’s why he’s been on edge?"

Cammy turned in her seat, eyebrows raised. "I highly doubt that’s the issue, Ethan."

Greg, still gripping the steering wheel like it had personally offended him, cut in. "Wait, back up. You mentioned earlier that Harry did something else. What was it?"

Ethan’s eyes widened. "Oh, shit! I almost forgot! He called his dad."

Greg’s grip tightened. "And?"

"And told him he refused to marry the woman his father had arranged for him."

Greg groaned. "Christ."

"Oh, and then he said—and I quote—’I don’t give a damn if you don’t help Cross Tech anymore, because I’ve already found the love of my life and our daughter.’"

The car fell into stunned silence.

Greg slammed on the brakes at a red light, his head whipping toward Ethan. "He said WHAT?!"

Ethan held up both hands. "Dude, I had to physically wrestle his phone away from him and do damage control! I told Mr. Parker that Harry was just drunk and ranting, stressed out from work, and—thank God—he actually bought it. He just brushed it off."

Cammy, who had been silent until now, turned to Greg. "That’s what I was talking about... the love of his life is the reason why he was upset, drunk, and having erection problems..."

Ethan and Greg exchanged a look. "And how did you know this? Who is the love of his life?" Greg asked.

Harry groaned from the backseat, still drunk out of his mind. "Eve... Where is she? Take me to her, I have to apologize to my love..."

Ethan’s jaw dropped while Cammy shook her head.

"Oh, hell," Greg muttered.

Greg’s eyes widened in shock. "Eve?!" he echoed, twisting in his seat to stare at the drunken mess that was Harry.

Cammy pressed her lips and nodded, "Yep."

"Are you serious right now? I knew he had fallen so badly for a woman back then who also broke his heart. So are you telling us that it is Eve?" Greg asked in disbelief.

Harry groaned again, slurring his words. "She’s perfect... my soulmate... and our baby girl... she’s mine."

Greg’s heart pounded. "Wait, wait. Did he just say our baby girl? Whose baby girl?"