One to Three

Tyrell had all kinds of crazy going on. He was a normal red-blooded guy with laudable ambitions and needs. Formerly, he’d had women galore revolving around him like a turnstile. He reckoned he could simply keep playing the field recklessly despite the repercussions and consequences. And that’d worked for a hot minute until he’d narrowed it down to three. That’s when he’d decided to choose and settle down. And the games began . . .