"Brendon, I can't afford this place," I whisper as close as I can to Brendon without touching him. Still, I was afraid one touch would send me off the deep end around him.
After we left the office, Brendon walked me out to the indoor parking garage, where his car sat. I had imagined Brendon having a super fancy sports car like Zane. Something to show the world his high level of wealth, like everyone else in the O'Brian family. If not for his own self-assurance, then because of his father. Daniel is the type of person who would not think twice about making his son wear the clothes he picks out, who he can spend his time with, and what car he expects his son to drive. Hell, look at his office. Daniel tells Brendon where he has to live and what accounts he has to handle at work. He is the re
