Resting on the back of the couch and staring at us, Sophie had on pink oversized pyjamas and was holding a pillow on which she rested her head. With a pout on her face, she looked very adorable.
Frowning and looking away from me despite my compliment, Sophie stared at Denise heatedly, and Denise, without looking back, spoke:
"Staring at my ass won't make yours as big as it."
"W... wh... what... fuck you, granny," Sophie finally let out, but I wasn't pleased.
"Language."
"But she started it."
"Don't swear."
Feeling targeted, Sophie stood up and marched out of the room, leaving just me and Denise, who soon departed once my suit was well patted up.
"That girl Sophie. She is not normal."
"How so?"
Leaving our suite in the hotel, Denise and I were now moving through the corridor, descending from our floor, heading for Gigs, who was waiting for us down at the parking lot with the car.
"She worships and adores you, yet is ready to be a headache to you."
"She's like a daughter," I said, and to this, Denise went silent.
"Is this how you want all your women to be?"
"Yes."
"Even Martha?"
"Did she scare you that much?"
"There are some people who are better left in the wild. That woman cannot be tamed. She will consume you."
.....
"Remind me again, why can't Sophie come, but I can?"
My blonde baby thought coming to a gathering of stuck-up important people was awesome, but I did not.
I was here walking in with a bunch of people dressed in suits and maintaining solemn expressions because Denise said it was necessary.
"These things can seem inconsequential and you can feel no one will notice you, but the truth is that they will—and already have.
Marcus Lawson, one of America's billionaires, was in London, staying well within the vicinity of Heathrow Airport, yet did not show up for the procession leading John Stokes' corpse from the morgue to the airport.
How do you think that will do for your reputation?"
"Hmmm."
"Also, we want to fit in, blend in, and avoid scrutiny of any kind—from anyone."