Amelia's POV
I kissed him back like an i***t. I've missed him, what did you expect me to do?
When he eventually pulled back, I felt like I would die. Just like that, I wasn't that mad anymore. How weak of me. Embarrassing even.
“You didn't tell me you were leaving.” I was genuinely sad and mad about it. Almost three months. He looked even hotter, his hair grown out a little longer.
“Do I have to? You're just my sugar baby. I can make it up to you. Another bag.”
I rolled my eyes. Of course, bags. He's rich. He can buy people with money. How typical.
“You can't placate me with a bag, Uncle Dane.” I tried to piss him off, and it worked. He glared at me.
“Shut your mouth. Uncle my ass. Okay fine, what about two? Two bags?”
I hate my materialistic ass. I looked away and nodded. Now that
