Page 36 of Falling for My Best Friend's Brother Next Door

“It’s a wonder how I let you off when you refuse to listen to me.” I mused, rotating in the swivel chair in his office.

He chuckled.

“Are you not afraid of getting laid off?” I asked.

“No,” he grumpily said.

“Really?” I scoffed.

“Yes,”

“Why? You have a job elsewhere? Do you do it part-time?”

“No, that’s not it.”

“What then is it?” I wanted to know.

He relaxed into his chair.

“Fortunately, I have a friend who is poor at recognizing sycophants all in the name of philanthropy.” He calmly but firmly said.

I burst out laughing.

“What brought about that?”

“Just a few memories.” He arrogantly shrugged.

“Wow, Mason!”

He was unbelievable.

“When did I ever fend for sycophants? I want to know.”

“Well, I do not want to talk about it. It’s best if you recollect on your own.” He continued with his work, tapping away on his computer.

“Dude!” I couldn’t stop laughing.

We mutually thought it was pretty good to have a few drinks in the office rather than in a regular bar where he commented we could “fall prey to Delilahs.”

However, “Delilah” soon changed to “Dolly”.

Dolly was the name he fondly called Cherie, his wife. I had not heard him call her that in a long time now, as it had become forbidden since their separation.

“Dolly, what’s with her? Are you tipsy?” I queried.

It was crystal clear that he missed Cherie, but the pitiable situation they were in prevented him from actualizing his desires.

“I’m not.” He frowned. “It was a slip.”

“Would you admit that you miss her now?” I asked when he would not answer my first question.

He cleared his throat and restlessly rubbed his eyes.

“She lives two doors away from my house, you know.” I casually said.

“What?” His eyes immediately lit up as if he had discovered some sort of invaluable fortune.

“I think that means you can see her whenever you want to,” I added.

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