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Still, I don’t feel complete, I’ve been irritable all evening. I want to get this award and leave as quickly as possible. Passing through the reception, I make my way to the front honoree table.

My parents stand talking to someone. My mom immediately smiles wide when she sees me.

“Don’t you look handsome? I wonder where you got these good looks from?” My mom pulls me into a small hug.

“Who is this?” my father asks as he pulls my date from me, taking her by the arm and making her spin around slowly.

He wiggles his eyebrows at me. “This is what I’m talking about. Happy you’re learning.”

My mother’s snares at the utter disrespect as my father looks at my date. Before I can answer him, someone catches my mom’s attention.

“As I live and breathe, Dax Prescott is that you?” I turn and see my best friend Dax.

Dax gives that smile, its looks ordinary to me, but it makes women melt. I look back at my mother, and as expected, she’s melting.

This fucker takes my mom’s hand and kisses it. If it were a different man, I would slap his whole face away.

“How are you doing, Mrs. Banner?” he asks, his presence oozes with charm.

“Did you just make your voice deeper, Dax?” I held back a smile.

Ignoring me, he continues to pet my mom’s hand. “It’s a pity I wasn’t born in your time, Mrs. Banner.”

“Like that has ever stopped you,” I whisper beside her.

Mom is still caught in the enchanted spell Dax places on all women. His presence does that.

He looks at me. I know he’s going to give me hell after this.

“Excuse us, mom.” I turn, knowing Dax is already at my side.

“You’re leaving your date behind?” Dax chuckles looks back at my date.

“Trust me, when I say she’s here for her Instagram and Tik Tok posts, not me.” I spot Julian coming through the doors.

“She’s super young though. Trying to make up for something old man?” Dax chortles.

“You should know. You like them aged.” I retort. I move my head trying to look through the crowd.

Where the hell is she? I think that’s a question I find myself asking constantly since I met Zeeta.

“Just because I understand a fine aged wine is better than a three dollar new box, doesn’t mean I don’t savor all kinds of wine. You’re kinda jumpy today,” he says, taking a glass of champagne from a waiter.

“Maybe, it’s because I’m getting this award.” I don’t even bother to take a flute of champagne from the waiter.

“You’re a liar. I will figure it out since you wanna be a cocksucker.” He sips on his champagne.

“How was your trip?” My attention is still on the crowd of people coming in. Guests gather around chatting as waiters pass through them offering hors d’oeuvres.

“The same as usual,” he responds.

“Cock and glory?” I missed my friend over the last few weeks.

“Not at all. I don’t have time for that anymore. Times ticking. I have to make things happen and soon. However, my phone has been ringing nonstop, I’m going to have to change my number.”

Julian walks up to us. “Mr. Dax, welcome back home.”

“How the hell do I get him to stop calling me Mr. Dax?”

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