For both the families, It was just a business deal. A partnership, that would ensure their 'Billionaire' titles. And to top it all off, they even agreed to lump their children's life, by marrying them.
The future couple had a plan of their own. A co...
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"Here is your low-fat cappuccino and bagel," I say, handing them over with a smile. The cafe is closed for construction, so I've set up a stall outside for my regulars before they head to work.
"And here's your caramel latte. Look at the art! Don't you want to take a picture?" Jennifer adds, her tone syrupy sweet. Since the topic of dick-shaped latte art came up, it's like her old wounds have reopened.
The girl takes a picture and leaves smiling after taking a sip. That's the best part. Many people think opening a business is only about money, but seeing a customer satisfied with your food? That tops the dollars.
"Are you done, Jenny? Because I am not going to apologize," I say seriously as we start packing up the stall.
"Maybe you should. Then I will stop," she retorts, helping me carry the supplies back into the kitchen.
"It was a dick, alright," I declare, trying to end the discussion. I'm exhausted.
"Well, how would you know? You've never seen one," she counters, smirking as she grabs one end of the table while I take the other, maneuvering it back inside.
"We saw that porno together. We both know what it looks like, and yet you're denying it," I remind her, grateful the construction workers aren't here yet. They would have loved overhearing this rant about male anatomy.
"Well, I don't remember much about that day. We were too busy vomiting." We both shudder at the memory. Our first encounter with porn was a disaster. She avoided the topic because of her mother, and my sex ed class was a joke. Like the curious idiots we were, we watched some dark hardcore stuff that even pros avoid. But later, we found something tamer that satisfied our curiosity without making us barf. Since then, I haven't watched any. My hormones only react to romantic movies with feelings involved, same with Jennifer.
"That happened after we saw that man's tool. So we both know what it looks like," I say, thinking the topic is finally dropped. But she starts again.
"But still, how would you... Wait...! Unless you have seen one. Oh my gosh. You did the deed. Tell me everything!" she squeals.
"Shush, crazy woman. We haven't, yet," I whisper-yell.
