Chapter 9 - I Have You (1/2)

It's not every day that Young Master Dylan was left speechless. However, this was nothing when Dylan's childhood best friend was involved.

”Hey, Daz! Don't insult me with your forward kind of nature. You and I both know that I am not into threesomes.” After composing his feelings and emotions, that's all that Dylan could say to make a come back in this conversation.

He heard a heavy sigh as the other person said, ”Then why are you wasting your time there?”

Dylan pursed his lips trying to think about how to weave his words. He needed to be very careful around this perceptive best friend of his. ”Actually, I'm a bit confused.”

”Why?”

”Daz, one of those girls looked underage. What if the older one was taking advantage of her?”

”Ay, I didn't know our Dylan has a compassionate heart for humanity.” His words were dripping with derision which made Dylan a bit sulky.

”Daz, what if she really was a sugar mommy?” Dylan was still insistent as he strode out of the convenience store and made his way to his car.

”Then are you jealous?” The reply came almost immediately.

”Why would I be jealous?” Dylan was frowning as he questioned since according to him he lacked nothing in life and there was no reason for him to be jealous of anything. He held the record of being jealous only twice and both of the times, his best friend was the reason. But he would never say that out loud. Ever!

”Perhaps because you don't have a sugar mommy...” The person on the other side of the call trailed his words while trying to purse his lips to hold in his laughter.

But Dylan didn't find it funny at all. If he had been drinking water, he would have spurted it out but since he wasn't he had the urge to puke blood. However, thinking that puking blood would be an unsophisticated act on his part, he dropped the idea.

”Daz!!!” Dylan bellowed in rage.

”Drop it!” Just two words made Dylan's anger deflate like a balloon. He didn't dare to argue again.

”I'll be with you in five minutes.”

”You better be.” With that, the phone was hung up and Dylan was left to stare at his phone.

”He really fed his manners to a dog,” Dylan grumbled in exasperation and started the car's engine which came alive with a roar considering that his car was just like his social status; magnificent.