Page 67 of Daddy Sees Snakes

I groan as she sees the Rolex sign and drags me into a store.

Iris has no clue how much money I have, and the truth is, she wouldn't care.

But she's about to find out, because the second I see the watch, I know I want it.

"It's beautiful," she sighs, stroking the glass. "And expensive."

"Not that expensive," I assure her.

"Yeah, if you have millions of dollars." She laughs.

"Maybe I do." I wink, and she shakes her head.

"That's impossible."

"Why's that? It's a very plausible thing."

"Viper, please. Tell me. How much does a watch like this cost?"

"Forty thousand." I shrug, and her mouth drops open.

"You're joking, right? Tell me you're fucking joking."

"Nope." I smirk, and she gasps, clutching her throat.

"Viper," she cries.

"I told you not to worry," I smile, taking her hand.

"How can you just spend forty thousand dollars like that?"

"Because it's Christmas, and I can," I mutter. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing," she insists, shaking her head. "Viper, that's a lot of money. Way more than I've ever had."

"Don't worry," I hiss. "Please."

"I'm trying," she groans. "But I can't afford anything like this. You've just reminded me why I'm not a billionaire." She grins, and I can't help but laugh.

"It's fine. Let me enjoy it, and then, you can pick your presents. I won't stop you, and then, we can leave."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Thank you. It's just weird." She sighs.

"Why's that?"

"I never imagined spending so much money. I always thought that was the kind of money that celebrities have, you know. It's just crazy to think about it being real. About someone being able to afford it." She shrugs, and I shake my head.

"Baby, money's not real," I hiss.

"What are you talking about?"

"Money is a concept. It's not real. The only thing that's real is happiness," I explain. "I've spent a long time trying to build an empire, and the truth is, I don't even enjoy it."

"Why's that?"

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