“An even mill with you added to the tab. Now, forgive an inexperienced muthafucka but damn, am I tripping? I thought you was worth more than that,” I taunted. She laughed, and I smirked from how cute it was. It was the first time I was genuinely hearing it. “My net worth is twenty-eight mill. Two hundred, fifty grand is what I spend on yearly cleaners for me and my parents’ home. Please, Black.”
