Dove
"I'm done," I threw myself back on the couch. My brain threatened to run away if I continued with the abuse any longer.
"We've barely started," Benecio chuckled as he swiveled in his chair. "How are you going to run a fashion empire when you're still struggling with financial reports?"
"I'll be rich enough to pay someone to handle that for me," I smiled, "therefore there will be no need for math."
He burst out laughing and shook his head. "That's not how it starts and you need to know how to do your own so no one steals from you," he grinned and patted Bacon's heads.
My brain was still struggling to compute how Benecio had a big. Bucky had mentioned it and I thought like a tiny pig. Cute little piglet not a full blown gigantic pig that had a gold chain as a collar.
