A Man Can Dream

Damion

“With that kind of money, I think you can certainly buy love.”

“Not real love. I didn’t want some woman faking it.”

“Do you think Alex is like that?” he asked, his tone slightly accusing.

“Not at all,” I answered. “She’s the real deal. I know she loves Oliver and he loves her.”

He was quiet for a few seconds. “Does she know you already have the money?”

I shrugged. “I’m not sure. It seemed like she thought I had it or was going to be getting it soon.”

“You didn’t tell her you had it before you came back the second time?”

I slowly shook my head. “No. It seemed pointless. Alex is stubborn. When she gets something in her head, there’s no dislodging it. I didn’t see any point in arguing. She wasn’t going to believe a word I said. She’s convinced I’ve been lying to her from day one. Anything I said was going to be rejected. I didn’t want to stick around and listen to her insult me or what we had. I didn’t want to get mad and say something I would regret. I left.”

“You do that a lot,”