If Wilson got a dollar for every single time he cursed, his net worth would definitely have gone up by a couple of extra million dollars.
“f**k,” he cursed again as he drove into his parents’ house. His mood was terrible and had only being getting worse ever since his parents called him and demanded he showed up at their place for a family dinner.
It wasn’t supposed to be much of a big deal if he didn’t have to cancel his date plans with Charlotte to sit and have a very uncomfortable dinner with his brother sitting right next to him.
Knowing him well enough, his parents gave him no choice but to accept to come over. They weren’t making a request from him. They simply ordered him to show up.
He could already tell and dread how the dinner was going to be. Another useless session of his p
