"You did what?" the shrill voice echoed in the large office, bouncing off antique desks and framed honors.
"I'm an adult, Jillian. I have every right to entertain whomever I wish."
"She's not a trailer park hussy, Brant. She's a respected member of society. Extremely intelligent, though you wouldn't know it from the life of leisure she lives."
"I would consider those marks in her favor. You're speaking as if you'd rather me date an uneducated redneck. I left her house last night and went home electrified. I worked all through the night and solved our issues with data recovery. The woman lit a fire in me."
The woman stood, pearls rustling, the fury in her eyes finding their mark and burning the skin they touched. "She's looking for a husband. A new last name, a finish line to the race of life that all of these debutantes live."
"I find it interesting for you to know so much about her intentions."
"You know me, Brant. I have nothing but your best interests in mind. Trust me when I say to let whatever happened last night be the end of it. You don't need a relationship, and would do best to stay away from this woman. Next time you want to get your rocks off, let me call the service."
With a foot on the desk leg, he leaned back. "You realize how ridiculous it is for you to order me whores. Most maternal figures would be beaming to see me taking out a respectable woman."
"Your mother would want this. Trust me."
He frowned, flicking a piece of trash toward the basket before looking up into her eyes. "I don't understand you half of the time."
She smiled at him, a hint of sadness in her face. "Trust me, Brant. I could say the same about you."
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Black Lies
RomanceBrant: Became a tech billionaire by his twentieth birthday. Has been in a relationship with me for 3 years. Has proposed 4 times. Been rejected 4 times. Lee: Cuts grass when he's not banging housewives. Good with his hands, his mouth, and his body...
