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“And he’s smart?” Mom interjects.

“He’s a business owner. A good business. It’s doing pretty well.”

“A business owner sounds good. He makes enough to support you both?”

“I’m still working, Mom,” I protest.

“Of course, but he’s not one of those fly-by-night business owners that could fold any minute?”

“No. He’s a successful business owner. His place makes good money and has been for several years.”

I don’t really know when the club was started, but I know he’s been there at least five years because one of the women that I talk to a lot says she’s been there for five years. And Mom looks more comfortable with the idea that at least he’s successful.

“So, he’s smart, he’s gorgeous, he’s a business owner; when do we get to meet him?” Leann asks and I have to quickly shake my head.

“It’s not a good time, right now. He’s been really busy with work stuff and now the baby … it’s … it’ll be a little while.” Or a long while because, to be honest, I’ll be perfectly fine if the three of them never meet.

Of course, that’s stupid. Because there’s no way to keep them from ever meeting. Especially with a baby on the way.

But I’m still going to stall that meeting as long as I can. Definitely until I’m feeling more certain about just what is actually going on with us; because right now, I don’t know what all of it means.

“You better come up with a time to meet him or I’m going to just show up on your doorstep,” Leann promises and I manage a small smile anyway.

“Right.”

By the time I get back to the house, I’m feeling slightly better from talking to my family. But also more than a little anxious because I know that Chris wonders about them as well. And I don’t really want to tell him, well, anything.

The conditions that my mom and sister live in become even more apparent every time I step foot in this house. And even though I used my first allowance from Chris to pay up their bills (getting everything on time for the first time in ages), it wasn’t enough to also start upgrading the stuff in the house. That will come later.

For now, I rush to my own room to get ready for work tonight. Everything seems to be going okay. I just have to wait and see what’s going to happen next.

Chapter Thirteen ~ Chris

“I can just see you getting into all kinds of trouble as a kid,” she laughs and I can’t help but smile.

It’s been different having her here. From the start it was different, of course. I’m not accustomed to having my sexual partners live in my home. But I’m even less used to having women I’m not in a sexual relationship with living in my home. Sitting here, eating dinner together before work feels … comfortable.

“Trust me, there was a whole lot of trouble going on. But it wasn’t all me. My sister got into quite a bit too.”

“That’s Wendy, right?”

“Right,” I agree, though I’m surprised that she remembers my sister’s name. They only barely met one time, after all.

“She didn’t seem like the type to get into a lot of trouble.”

I frown at that and shake my head. “She didn’t used to be like this, stuck-up and snobbish. That’s new since she met her husband.”

“Is he like that?”

“The weird thing is he’s not. He’s just from a rich family so she thinks she needs to act that way. To show off to people I guess.”

“What about the rest of your family?”

“They don’t really approve of what I do.” I shrug but it’s annoying sometimes, the way they’re always trying to get me to change. “That’s part of the reason for the agreement between us.”

“Because of your family?”

“They want someone to carry on the legacy, as I told you. So I’m giving them what they want.” Though definitely not in the way that they want. They would prefer I dated someone from the same country club set that Wendy met her husband through. And then get married and have plenty of children.

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