🔶Caspian Gray-27, lawyer

(Studying for a lawyer is between 5 and 7 years)

Lionel's 3-5-6-9

🔶Dion Wilson-28, business man, millionaire

(From a rich family and started business young)

🔶Ira Pierce-34, Dion's uncle- from mom's side

(1.Dion's mom-oldest-46

2.Sister-43

3.Sister-40

4.Brother- 36

5.Ira-youngest-34)

🔶Asa Cohen-29, Caspian's step brother from mom's side

( Not blood related. Caspian's mom is divorced and dating Asa's dad for some years now.)

Note: people in their late 20's and early 30's are not old. If anyone's thinking that. Sometimes readers are triggered if they see characters over like ... 27☠️Not you doing like life ends when you are 30. Damn. Old to me is 65+ so, chille, anyGays. Let them have romance 👹.

🔶Orson- Caspian's Neighbor and friend

🔶Reggie-Dion's assistant

🔶Osvaldo Finnegan-owner of the company that hired Caspian

🔶Scott-dion's lawyer

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Caspian's pov

I sit in Asa's flower shop. His shop is only fifteen minutes from my flat.

And he lives thirty minutes away from me.

We both like this city and yes, we could live together.

But i wanted something for myself. I wanted to feel like an independent , grown lawyer.

Someone who brings men into his place and doesn't have to carry about their roommate.

Well, I'm neither but i feel stupid about asking him to move in with me.

We both have small flats just big enough for us. With good rent and neighborhood.

Also, living with your brother? I could already put a 'loser' label on my forehead.

"I guess i should just take car tickets or easy divorces." I sigh. "I don't know."

"Hm, for someone who doesn't want to be around me, you are with me a lot.

Do you not have friends?"

Ouch. "I do."

"Like who?"

"My neighbor, Orson."

"Is he gay?"

"Well, he certainly doesn't look straight."

"Why don't you bang him?"

"Wait. I thought we are talking about friends.

Why are you talking about my sex life again?"

"Because friends can also be lovers. Or friends with benefits.

He's gay so ?"

"I don't know if he is. But if it's true, he looks like a bigger bottom them me.

Two bottoms don't work."

"Then try topping."

"I'm not into my neighbor. We are friends and that's it.

And I have others. They just don't live here so i can't see them.

You live here so i see you. That's it." I shrug and drink my coffee.

"Sure. Excuses."

The bell over the door rings as we both look at a man who entered.

He is quite tall, in an expensive suit.

"Good evening, sir." Asa smiles at him. Is he flirting.

"Oh, hello " he walks to the counter. He then looks at me weirdly.

"Ehm," he laughs, "excuse you but you look like one lawyer i know.

My boss knows. Are you ...Caspian Gray?" He asks me.

I look at him shocked. How does this man know me? "Who is your boss?"

"Dion Wilson." he smiles. Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

I frown. "Yeah, i know him." How could I not know him? Does he talk about me to other people?

"Well, that is a coincidence. I'm Reggie, his assistant." assistant, hm.

"He sent me to give you flowers. As an apology."

"For what?" Flowers?

"Something about calling you a bad lawyer. He didn't mean it. Really.

He just had a bad day. Please don't take it personally."

"Oh, that. Well, I wasn't really nice to him either." I think we both acted like idiots.

"And pick what ever flowers. I will buy with his credit card."

"I don't want any." I shake my head.

"Yes, he does." Asa hits me, "I'm Asa Cohen. His step brother.

I own this flower shop and i recommend this heart bucket of flowers.

I'm sure your boss doesn't mind paying since he made my brother sad."

Asa flirts and that assistant looks pleased.

"Yes, of course. I'm glad i found you here because Dion wanted me to find your dress.

I felt bad. Where would I even find it?"

"It's Lionel's 3-5-6-9. Don't be shy to stop by." Asa smirks, "he's also single."

"Asa, I can sue you. I'm a lawyer. Just stop it.

Please, pay the flowers and go."

"You can stop by any time, sir. My shop is open everyday from nine to five. And to one on weekends."

"Sure." The assistant, Reggie, smiles, "boss is really-really sorry.

Forgive him. Have a nice day."

We watch him leave.

"You are not my brother anymore. I can't believe you sold me to a criminal for a bucket of flowers."

"Not just any flowers. 50 dollars bucket. Expensive Apology."

"I'm only worth 50 ? Wow, now i feel even worse. I'm going home.

Don't call me."

"Take the bucket."

"I thought you just wanted free money."

"No, i wanted to flirt. Here, I'll give one of the roses."

I take the blue rose. "Hm, thanks." I smell it.

He's sorry? Maybe he isn't such a bad man.