Luckily, I had fancier threads from my hustling days. I occasionally would be an actual escort instead of just whipping my d**k out for the bucks. Mom was wearing her typical little black dress with a simple strand of pearls, while I felt bizarre in my suit and tie. As the car pulled up to the stately old plantation house at the end of Grove Avenue, my pulse raced. I’d been here more times than I could count as a kid, following my grandfather around on the golf course and swimming in the pool. Now it felt out of my league. The parking lot was filled with cars like Mother’s, and every face had a saccharine smile plastered to it.
I had no illusions about this lunch date. If for one second I let my guard down, it would be my fault when she f****d me over. She wanted something from me, and I
