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His mother smiled at him, and he knew that was a negative. “I’ve already sent her an invitation for dinner on Monday night.”

What the fuck!?

“Mother, you should’ve spoken to me first,” he snapped.

She got up and said, “How many voicemails were there? Three? Four? Oh wait, there were five, that’s right.” She said in a firm tone, “Dinner is at six. Do not be late.”

He kissed his mother on the cheek and said, “I’ll be there. I cannot speak for Shanda.”

His mother smiled and said, “She returned my call immediately and accepted.”

She left and Kenneth was left wondering what the hell had just happened. Shanda spoke to his mother and hadn’t called him? He knew his mother probably hadn’t given her a chance to decline.

Damn. It’s like I’m feeding you to the wolves. Sorry Shanda. I’ll make this up to you somehow.

He pulled his cell phone out and was about to call and apologize to Shanda. Kenneth stopped and put the phone back in his pocket. She wasn’t a child. If there was any future for the two of them, he needed to give her space and trust her judgment. If she couldn’t hold her own with his family, then maybe his mother was right, and he should end it now, before she got hurt.

Kenneth walked over to his bar, pulled out the bottle of bourbon and poured a double. Earlier, all he wanted to do was celebrate, and now he wanted to feel…nothing. Feelings were the one thing he’d avoided all these years. It’s how he was able to build his business as fast as he had. How could he let them get in his way now?

I might lose a lot more than money if I walk away now.

He didn’t take risks. He always knew what the outcome was going to be. With Shanda, she was as unpredictable as she was beautiful. They’re a lethal combination in both business and ways of the heart.

I’m fucked no matter what I do.

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