" we celebrate" teased José as he removed a fresh tray of chocolate chip cookies from the oven.

I wasn't a bit surprise by my best friend's unequivocal comment at my inauspicious circumstance. Jose always found a reason to drink, umm I mean celebrate though matter how exiguous.

I rolled my eyes at him as he past me sulking at the breakfast bar, palms prop under my chin, wearing my pink pajamas. He looked sexy in his white shirt, red aporn, his long slender arms stretching for a plate on the top shelf.

José had come over almost immediately when I had phone him and told him I needed a shoulder to cry on, that things had gotten much worse between Mr Casarro and I.

"So what is he like?" placing the cookies and a glass of milk before me.

I struggled to answer, I didn't know what to say, nibbling a chocolate chip. My mother resting comfortably under the watchful eyes of Mrs Kent her private nurse.

"Let's just say I would be gald if I don't see him again"

"I could loan you two he might accept that"

I huff "He wants all"

Thirty five million

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My home is worth a cool million nothing more. Even if I give him everything I own it still wouldn't be enough. I would still will be indebted.




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