024 — THE RICHEST OF THE RICH

AMANI

I do the math really quick.

I have one thousand dollars in my savings account and another two thousand in a checking account, making it three thousand dollars.

I lift my chin, hold Bhyron’s gaze and whisper; “will you accept a three thousand dollar deposit?”

His eyes narrow on me, warm and electrifying; “no.”

Dang.

“What does taking care of you entail exactly?”

“You’ll find out when we get there.” His voice is deep and soft, and holds the promise of something wicked.

I’m well aware that his mother and siblings are still staring at me like I fell from the sky. Without saying a word to them, Bhyron turns to Duke;

“Please ask the driver to bring the car around. I’d like to leave now.”

Brielle runs to his side; “Bhyron, are you sure you’re okay? I can take care of you if you want.”

Bhyron smiles at her affectionately and pats her hair; “I’ll be fine, bed hair. I’ll call you later, okay?”

I don’t even know what I find most surprising: the fact that Bhyron still calls his sister “bed