Formally meeting her mother was as joyful as when the bitch tried busting into my house in the early morning hours after the night Reese and I met. I’m a peaceful man, not known for having a temper, but that woman makes me want to commit violence. And Michael ain’t much better. He reminds me of my brother in his snob moments. Unlike Sophia, I could hit Michael and not feel bad. That Cornelius fella, well, he can take a long walk off a short pier. I don’t like to judge a book by its cover, but the man looked as bland as toast. No toast at least has some character. He’s more like a slice of store-brand white bread. Maybe he has more depth than I’m giving him credit for, and he has a personality outside of formal events like this. I don’t care because fuck that guy. I’m with Reese, and unless she dumps me, that isn’t changing. I was happy when Reese gave the excuse of wanting to see her grandparents for us to get away from her mother, stepfather, and white bread boy. Too bad her mother
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