They had a peaceful meal because Stephen didn't show even a hint of being a boss.

Brandon only spoke occasionally to serve me food or ask if I wanted water. He acted so aloof, and it was as if he were the boss.

After the meal, Stephen quietly left in a low-profile Maybach.

Xander, having had some drinks, called for a designated driver.

While waiting for the driver, Xander draped his arm over Brandon's shoulder and asked, "Bran, how was it? Are you satisfied with today's meeting?"

Brandon shrugged off his hand. "You've had too much to drink."

"Not that much. I know you're worried I'll say something I shouldn't, but don't worry, I'm in control." Xander raised his hand again to pat Brandon on the shoulder.

This time, Brandon grabbed his wrist. "Mr. Roulder, I don't like people patting me on the shoulder. It's best if you avoid doing it to others too. There's a saying in mysticism that everyone's shoulders carry their fortune. A pat like that might just knock someone's good luck away. Got it?"

I almost laughed. I didn't expect Brandon to care about such things.

Xander was taken aback but then laughed. "Bran, when did you become such a nag? I remember you used to..."

"Your ride's here," Brandon cut him off just as the driver arrived.

Before the driver could ask anything, Brandon spoke up. "It's his car. He called you."

Then, Brandon put his arm around my shoulders. "Let's go."

Why are you leaving?" Xander called after us, but Brandon didn't stop in

and

wrong?" Brandon noticed something

you think Mr. Stephen, whom we met today, seems

frowned slightly. "Why? Do you think he

as much as you do." I stared into his

too," Brandon replied. Then he added, "Mae, you can't judge a book

to caress his face. "Yeah. You look like a

shook my head. "No, don't overthink it. I like men like you. Men with a clean background, simple and handsome.

drunk any alcohol that night, but my

had money, Mae, would you feel unsafe?" Brandon

eyes. "Mr. Howell, when did you ever have

remembered how he couldn't even afford Ellie's surgery and tried to comfort him. "Safety

the car and slowly

drunk some alcohol that night. The faint odor of alcohol on his breath, mixed with the night air and my breath, was

car door as I swallowed nervously. "Brandon, what are

I knew he wanted to try the new type of

long since faded

a

hum

you to put it on me." Brandon brushed his

me?" I asked as my hand moved

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