After countless nights of insomnia, drinking, and writing, James was still clueless. He tried everything but it ended up failing. He didn’t dare ask Lisa, that turned out to be a nightmare. “I’m never going to break these two up!” he shouted. He looked into his kitchen and smiled. “I know. I’ll kill Greg. Make it look staged. Pretend like I was the only one to witness it. Make a scene. Robert will be crushed. Should make myself look like a hero. I’ll fuck that kid in no time.” He nodded at his own plan and proceeded to look for a knife, and a nice sharp one. He smiled when he found the perfect one, and even took it to his bed. Tomorrow he would find Greg before he goes to work, and the deed will be done. He could hardly sleep that night, he was too excited. All he could think about was him and Robert, in bed together. Thinking about it made him hard, and he smiled even more at his accomplishment.