ROCCO
"Rocco, you need to play it straight with this one," Jacob urged.
"What do you mean?" I replied, delicately balancing a coconut and a bottle of ten thousand dollar vodka like a bloody magician.
"You like her. So don't do anything too clever," he said.
"Is this an intervention in my love life?" I huffed, ignoring their smirks.
"You know what he means," Callum chipped in, "I know you think it's no consequence but you are hung up on this one. How many floozies have you turned down since she came in that time"
"At least a dozen," Jacob helpfully chimed in.
I only grunted and pretended to be too busy with my arrangement
"I'd be more concerned about us being bankrupt, if some of her millionaire guests win big."
"Worrying about your love life is what's keeping m
