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"Lars, no." I clinch onto him, "no, please."

He throws me to the indoor pool as I yell out. I go under the water but luckily the pool is deep so I don't hit my head.

I swim up and wipe the water of my face.

"That's so mean!" I yell as he gets in the pool by the stairs.

I at least get my revenge and splash the water on him. He laughs out and gets inside.

He kisses me on the forehead. "Sorry, baby. Your curls look funny when wet."

"They look ugly."

"No, they don't." he rubs then, "just funny."

"Funny means ugly."

He lifts my chin. "Stop it would you." He pushes his tongue in my mouth and kisses me, "don't talk badly about yourself."

I huff and look away. He puts me on his chest and swims with me clinching on him.

"How rich are you? I mean, you have an indoor pool. You must be crazy rich."

He chuckles. "I wouldn't say crazy rich but I make a lot."

"Like twenty hundred million a year?"

He shakes his head, "it doesn't work like that. It's not just about what you earn in your job. It's also about everything you own and all the money you technically have in deals and investing.

But I'm a millionaire. I guess far from billionaire but far from being poor."

"Hm, I'm poor." I frown and he kisses me.

"You're my boyfriend so you are also rich now."

"That's not the same."

"Atila would say it is."

"Atila is a little gold digger." I smirk.

"He's just ... practical. Materialistic."

"Do you know he wants to get a boyfriend because I have you? He's such a copycat."

"Boyfriend? Really? What's wrong with it?

You're his big brother, of course he will copy you."

"He's only eighteen and wants to date someone your age."

"Ten years isn't that big."

"It is in his age."

"Well Atila is not childish. He's very smart and I doubt he would get used. If something, HE will probably use the person."

"True."

"Just let him. He will who ever person's good for him. I think he just wanted to tease you."

"He's growing up too much. He will be graduating."

"Be happy for him."

"I am." I whine, "but he could be little again."

"I felt the same about my siblings but then you realize being adults together is fun too." 

"You think?" I look at him. He puts me in the water, "nooo."

"Sorry. Yeah, I think so, but he should go to college."

"I know, I told him he should but he doesn't want to. He feels bad because I worked for both of us."

"Which is understandable and he is kind to help you, but now you have me.

Also, you can go to the college too."

"No, I don't want to be a writer anymore. I just lost the passion over the year."

"that doesn't mean it's not there."

I shake my head. "I think my passion for writing died with my mom. She was a writer too and I wanted to work with her and now ... it's pointless.

Some dreams are meant to be left."

He looks at me sadly. "Hm, okay, but you would look good as writer. You can always write in your free time and ... maybe there would be something from it."

"What would I write about?" I huff.

"Maybe about our steamy nights." He bite my neck.

"Wait, no." I whine. He starts making a hickey. "people in work will see."

"I think they already know we have something going on. You wouldn't believe how fast the gossips spread in our work."

"Great."