Page 30 of The Billion Dollar Bet

“Well, I haven’t proposed yet, but that’s just a technicality. She did forgive me you know.”

“So you’re not mad at me?” Troy asked. “You were ready to kill Carter.”

“Carter is a racist cunt,” Devin replied. “When Barry told me it was you, I was angry, but I knew there must be some stupid ass reason you did it. You do know what you just told us didn’t make sense right?”

Barry leaned back and allowed the other two to talk. He seemed content with just listening and drinking his scotch.

Troy seemed puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“We’re like brothers, having been friends since in diapers. We talk to each other about everything. For you to keep something like this to yourself, we should be mad at you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Just don’t let it happen again.”

“Thanks bro.”

* * *

Having dinner at with Devin’s mother was nerve racking. She was upset with Devin for never having introduced them beforehand. She would have preferred to meet the woman on neutral territory first to get a feel for what she was like. Now she felt as though she was entering a lioness’ lair.

Cassie was a confident woman, having achieved some of the highest accolades in her field. Now that she’d ventured out as an independent researcher, she was even more revered by her colleagues. Still, meeting the mother of the man she loved was much harder than studying virus and how they interact with human cells.

Devin picked her up, against her will. He had an uncanny way of convincing her to do what he wanted. The uncanny way being to seduce her into submission. They were half hour late because he had to hike up her skirt and stick his damn hard dick into her against the front door. Of course it was closed and she was wet and willing.

She’d had to run upstairs to freshen up and change her clothes, which made them late. But that horny bastard followed her to the bedroom and threw her down on the bed as soon a she pulled off her skirt. His insatiable ass, took her from behind, bringing her a second orgasm within minutes. Now she was sitting beside him, angry that he made them late while his happy ass was whistling out of tune.

“You have no idea what being late to dinner for the first time with your mother says about me,” she scolded. “What will she think of me?”

“You’ll be fine. She’ll know that it was my fault.”

“That’s what I’m worried about. She’ll know exactly why we were late. Oh God, I should have showered again. I’m sure she’ll be able to tell I just had sex, twice.”

“Stop making my mother out to be some Lady of the Manner. When you meet her you’ll see that she’s nothing like you’re imagining. Moreover, my mom’s no prude.”

“Devin…”

“We’re here.”

They were pulling into a long winding drive which led to a humongous Victorian style mansion. Cassie had always pictured Devin in a contemporary style house, mansion yes, but nothing like she was seeing now. The contrast was shocking between the carefree man whose dress style was modern and flirty and that of the house in front of her.

The butler, Niles whom Devin had told her about, came out to greet them as soon as the car pulled up to the portico. He ushered them in, guiding them through a foyer before entering what Cassie immediately termed as a parlor. Niles, whose age she was unable to determine, but knew had worked with the family for decades, she suspected would call the room a parlor as well.

The interior was a mix of the old and new. The walls were free of wallpaper and opted for pastel colors of beiges and browns. The furniture was antique but in pristine condition. A few modern pieces of furniture complemented the older pieces. Cassie was impressed that a decorator could make the new work with the old.

“There she is,” a lighthearted voice rang out.

Cassie’s admiration of the décor came to a halt when a woman dressed in a pink pant suit came rushing towards her with her arms wide open. The woman’s brown waves bobbed with her movement and her soft brown eyes creased at the corners when she smiled.

“My God, I finally get to meet you!” she exclaimed, engulfing Cassie in a warm hug. The woman stepped back and took her shoulders. “You are more exquisite than he told me. Thank you for coming.”

“Hi,” Cassie greeted nervously. “Nice to meet you Mrs. McCarthy.”

“No, no, no. Not that at all. Call me Andrea and I go with our family name since my husband and I divorced before his death. But the truth is, Sampell sounds like a product rather than a name, right?” The woman turned her nose up that Cassie had to giggle with her.

Devin who was obviously missing out on the attention touched his mother’s shoulder. “Hello Mom, your son, remember?”

“I’m not talking to you.” Andrea gave her son the evil eye, but still hugged him.

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