![]() ![]() ![]() I apologise, I am used to the dumb arm candy who only care about the colour of your credit card. ![]() He laughs and seems more interested now, perking up like he, himself, was playing a game. “I wish I could say the same, but since you didn’t introduce yourself before staring at my breasts, I can’t exactly meet you, can I?” I smirk. “Nice to meet you…Roxy,” he greets, taking my hand and kissing the back of it. The man finally looks at me, running his eyes up and down my body, his own beady ones heating. “Please allow me to introduce my date, Roxy.” “Of course.” Kenzo grins, but it’s a mask, I can see it. You owe me a hand later to try and earn back my money.” He feigns a laugh. He doesn’t even look at me as he shakes Kenzo’s hand. Just pawns, all wanting power and money, doing anything for it.” He kisses my neck and straightens as a man heads over to greet us. They aren’t better than us, no, they are nothing. Here, they use words, not fists, but it’s still the same. It’s all a game, darling, a dangerous one, but a game nonetheless. “He’s sleeping with his stepdaughter, the one laughing in the giant group of rich douches. ![]() But Kenzo doesn’t care, he leans down to murmur, “Fake it, baby, they all are, all of them hiding their own, dark little secrets. It all screams money, and I’m sure as shit out of place. Women walk around in tight dresses and jewels, decked to the nines on the arms of men in suits. Music and laughter and the clinking of glasses reaches us. ![]()
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