Make Me Yours: A BWWM Billionaire Love Story by Cher Etan & Bwwm Club

Author:Cher Etan & Bwwm Club [Etan, Cher & Bwwm Club]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Romance, Multicultural, Multicultural & Interracial
Amazon: B00YA9BN6W
Published: 2015-05-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“We have an invitation to attend a benefit next month,” Dean told her over dinner much to her intense surprise.

“What?” she asked. “Since when do ‘we’ go to benefits? Isn’t that more something you’d do with your mom?”

“Yeah before when you were my dirty little secret,” Dean said with a sly grin. “But now that we’re ‘out’ I don’t see any reason why we can’t go together.”

Meaghan swallowed, forking some spaghetti into her mouth and chewing and swallowing thoughtfully before she answered. “I suppose technically you’re correct.”

“There’s no technically about it,” he said a bit curtly.

“Okay so is it now mandatory that I attend these events?” she asked not really wanting to mix with his snobbish friends and endure their judgment. It would be easier if Bain attended such events but he was also eager to avoid his set’s arbitrary judgments so he tended to ignore these society events too.

“Not mandatory no. But I thought it way past time you were seen on my arm. Don’t you want people to know we’re together?” Dean was frowning at her.

Meaghan took a deep breath; she didn’t know how to tell Dean about her reservations without making him feel like she was rejecting or denigrating his lifestyle. Which was pretty ironic because these things usually ran the other way around. She was the one who grew up in a trailer park; she had no right not to want to rub shoulders with the rich and famous of New York City now that her handsome billionaire boyfriend wanted to parade her on his arm…it was decidedly awkward not to be enthusiastic about this invitation. So Meaghan tried to dredge up some eagerness from the depths of her being.

“Of course I want people to know,” she said concentrating on wrapping spaghetti around her fork. Dean was staring at her and then shook his head.

“It doesn’t seem like it,” he said.

Meaghan stopped playing with her fork. “Well I’m sorry you feel that-“ she began to say staring at him.

“Don’t play with me Meaghan,” Dean cut in rather curtly, badly startling Meaghan. She dropped her fork onto her plate, mouth slightly open as she stared at him speechlessly. She picked up her fork again and forked some spaghetti into her mouth, waiting impassively for him to continue. The silence stretched uncomfortably and Meaghan felt compelled to fill it.

“You’d do very well working with ISIS. Interrogation technique is on fleek,” she murmured with a small smile. Dean smiled reluctantly back but didn’t let her attempt to lighten the mood distract him. He continued to stare at her with narrowed eyes until she put her fork down again and stared back at him with a sigh.

“Okay fine, I am a little nervous about…all this. I’m not sure how wise it would be to rock the boat now. I mean we’ve done the essential bit; your dad and mom know who I am to you. That’s the important thing right?” she said.

“So you are ashamed,” Dean pressed.

“I’m not. Really,” she insisted as she saw his hurt disbelief.

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