Bad-Boy Billionaire
They were closer than any brothers could possibly be.
“I’m going to have to talk to the doorman again about keeping the riff raff out of here,” Finn said, not meaning one word of it.
“Yeah, I know what you mean, it seems like they will let any old bum in off the street nowadays. There’s no more home security,” Jael replied.
“At least we agree,” Finn said.
“How are you doing, Cuz?” Jael asked him.
“I’m great, and you?”
“Well since I found your hundred year old scotch, I’m feeling pretty good,” Jael said, with an impish smile on his face as he held up the expensive bottle, which had considerably less liquid in it.