“This is so amazing, Asif. I’m proud of you.” I nodded, and when I focused on him, I saw the puzzled look. “You are?” “Yes. You’re twenty-six years old and living like this. But at the same time, you’re not as flashy as you could be. One would have to pay close attention to you to know you have money, and most men at your age would be popping Ace of Spades in the club every night to prove it.” I inspected the thick curtains. Asif bobbed his head, taking in my comment. “I appreciate that, baby.” He spoke softly, as if he were still thinking. “I don’t think nobody, except for my pops, has ever
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