hand
Aubree was surprisingly relased, thanks to Bowen keeping things laid back.
“Thanks,” she said softly
Akin shot Bowen a side eye, ‘Weren’t we hitting that fancy spot tonight?”
The place was cute, with a little garden out front that screamed charm.
The food was total win. The loup was so good Aubree grabbed a second bowl.
Funny thing the dishes they ordered were perfect for a sensitive stomach, all warm and hearty, Pure fuck? Who knew
“Hey, Ms. Miller…” Bowen started, leaning in,
Time for the real talk, Aubree thought…
“Just use my name,” she said with a grin.
Bowen chuckled. “Alright, Bree it is,”
That nickname hither hard. Back at the orphanage, her sponsor, “Mr. Quinn, sent her cash every month with a letter, always calling her Bros.
No one else ever did
Aubree bit her lip but didn’t argue. “Surd.”
Bowent up when she went with it.
He said, “So, Bree, I heard you snapped a spot in Rithol Art School’s program. That’s dopet You’re into art, right? You know Alvin’s in your class, but his art grades? Straight–up rough. Got time to swing by our place on weekends to tutor him?”
Alvin’s jaw hit the floor. Is he serious? He glared at Bowen like he’d lost his mind.
Everyone knew Alvin wasn’t bad at art–he was just lazy, Bowen knew that
His old teachers were pros. And now he couldn’t believe some high school kid was gonna tutor him.
Also, when did I sign up for this? he thought.
Alvin opened his mouth to protest, but Bowen’s look shut him down. “Alvin, you need this, man
That smile said, “Don’t even try.”
Alvin zipped it. “Fine: Guess U have no say!
Aubree was just as shocked. For real? With Alvin’s family cash, they could hire anyone. Why me?”
“We’re not asking you to do it for nothing” Bgiven added. “How’s 300 dollars per session?”
He didn’t say how long the gig would run, but that’s 600 dollars a week, minimum.
Aubree played it cool, but that cash was calling her. If she didn’t know better, she’d think Bowen knew she was broke and was tossing her a lifeline.
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Chapter B
Bowen leaned back, hands clasped, chillas ever. No rush, no pressure just waiting for her to decide, all respect.
Aubree didn’t shoot it down. She was thinking.
It wasn’t just the money. It was Bowen his network, his clout.
Her plan was to make waves, then use Alvin’s family ties to land investors. Simple enough
But now? New plan. If she could get the Turner family to back her business, that was not just money–it was protection. Nobody crosses the Turners, not
“Alright, I’m in,” Aubree said with a ned, sealing the deal
Aubree glanced at her phone. “Well, Mr. Turnes, it’s late. Wanna swap numbers and chat later? I’m outta here!
Bowen stood, smooth as ever. “I’ll dive you.”
Alvin, totally sidelined, raised a hand like he was in school. “Uh, I got stuff to do.”
Bowen shot him a look. “Relax, Alvin. I’m just dropping Bree off.”
” Uber,” Alvin muttered, backtracking fast
As Bowen led Aubree out, the bodyguards in the car gawked like it was a reality show
“Mr. Turner’s ditching the kid to play taxi for a girl?” one hissed.
“Nice? The guy who sasses his dad is nice to some random girl?”
Silence hit the car.
The first guy chuckled. “C’mon. Mr. Turner’s way older than her. He’s not that crazy. Plus, he’s, Ske, allergic to girls,”
The second dguy smirked. “Didn’t Kelvin say Mr. Bowen Turner had him snoop on this Miss Miller today?”
He was drop dead gorgeous. She’d seen hot guys–her Wilson family had faces that could stop traffic. Her brother Trevor, the movie star, had a jawline that screamed Hollywood, But Bowen? He was unreal.
It wasn’t just his looks. He had this vibe–cool, untouchable, like he didn’t belong here. Sharp cheekbones, wickedly bold features that hit Eke a truck. His eyes were deep, like they could see people’s secrets, with a soft starry glow.
- She wasn’t bad–looking–hell, in her old life, Carmen was jealous enough to mess up her face
“Double Loop Road.”
“Gotcha.” It was a quick walk to the car. The bodyguard had the door open
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