Chapter 87
Connor took a deep drag from his cigarette, his eyes wistful through the hare of smoke. “She could have been a brilliant ballet dancer, you know. She had an offer from the Royal Ballet in hand, but she gave it all up because of me.”
“It was an accident. And I bet she doesn’t regret stepping into the limelight of show business one bit. She even revels in the adoration,” Logan said with a scoff, his smile tinged with disdain.
“If she knew about your ties to Passos Corporation, do you think she’d still choose that nobody from Capital Solutions?”
“Enough, I don’t want to hear this from you anymore, Connor’s face darkened.
After finishing his cigarette, Connor headed back towards the mansion.
Tve invited plenty of beauties over tonight. Why don’t you find someone to keep you company? Logan raised an eyebrow suggestively, glancing down at Connor’s trousers. “You keep bottling it up like this. I’m worried you’ll make yourself sick, my innocent little virgin.”
Connor glanced at him thoughtfully and said lazily, “Planning on celebrating your own funeral next year? With all this girls you’ve invited, you’ve turned a birthday party into a brothel.”
Logan laughed, “A night’s fling doesn’t touch the heart, just the body. I’ve saved a real gem for you”
“Keep her for yourself, Connor replied coolly
1 picked her out especially for you, an innocent college student,” Logan persisted, raising his eyebrow.
“Should I call Rita back then?”
“Damn, talk about returning a favor with a grudge Logan glared at him, resignedly saying. “She wants what I can’t give.”
“You just wait to be proven wrong. Connor retorted.
As they walked back to the main hall, most of the guests had already left.
“Still up for a drink?” Logan teased him.
“Come on, let’s see who drops first, Connor challenged, looking up.
Tara nudged the innocent–looking college girl sitting in the comer signaling her to come over. Already holding a dice cup and a bottle of liquor, Tara approached with a smile, “Liar’s dice or lucky dice?”
“Liars dice.” Logan eyed Tara, “Just a heads–up, never play lucky dice with this guy. You’ll lose everything, including your underwear. He’s got the his grandpa’s tricks up his sleeve.
[Got home safe?)
The reply came in a second.
No training tomorrow morning.].
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