is.
“Why? I thought you said he was hot.” She paused. “Oh no, is he gay?”
I giggled. At the mere fact that a few days ago I’d thought the same thing. “I’d thought so. But no, he’s not. He was here earlier and Brenda identified him as some electronics mogul.”
“What? Who is he?”
“The CEO of ENEN, apparently.”
“Whoa! Natalio Nelson?” she shrieked.
I sighed into the phone. “There we go again with the exclamations and hyper. I wouldn’t expect that reaction from someone like you who knows what dead icon is on each green bill.”
“It’s not the money. The Nelson brothers are smoking! Who wouldn’t want to date them? They’re young, impeccably hot—like walking lava, seriously—and obscenely rich. He didn’t tell you who he was?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I’ve asked myself that question over a hundred times. How do you know them?” I asked.
“Mom does business with one of the brothers. Trevillo Nelson. She and dad even had a big fallout and stayed in malice for over three weeks because Dad accused her of sleeping with Trevillo.” Kelsy sighed. “I think she’s guilty though. And I wouldn’t blame her, the guy’s freaking gorgeous. If I was her age and that hot young guy hit on me, I’d bone him, too. Trevillo’s known for having a thing for older, kinky women. And my mom’s Queen Kink.”
A burst of laughter escaped from me. “How do you know that?”
“I snoop around when Mom and Dad aren’t home. Girl, you should see some of their play apparatuses. It’s beyond me how those things could be incorporated into sex.”
My laughter kept bubbling. The sight of Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell being kinky—I couldn’t picture it. Trust Kelsy to make me laugh.
“I still can’t believe you’re dating Natalio Nelson, though. Go figure.”
“We are—were just friends,” I corrected. “What do you know about him?”
“Except that he’s nefariously sexy and worth billions? Not much.” Kelsy paused again and I could hear the popping of another gum bubble. “The Nelsons are a very private family. We can only go by gossip. Their father’s a puissant magnate who brooks no nonsense with his boys and ensures to keep them in check. I hear that as soon as each one hits age eighteen, he sits them down and asks them what kind of business they want. Once their ideas were rational, it was set.”
I responded with ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ as Kelsy spoke.
“Trevillo Nelson, as I’ve told you before, he digs older chicks for whatever reason. Weird. He’s the oldest at thirty and dominates the real estate field. He’s the one I like,” she mumbled the latter. “Lovello Nelson, he’s a cocky ass, womanizing whorebag that bangs all his female employees and associates. Though the youngest at twenty-seven, he’s richest of the three as an internet billionaire and a complete genius.”
“Oh my god,” I gasped through a giggle.
“And Natalio Nelson,” she continued, “he’s that enigmatic, bad-boy type, always in black, lava guy at twenty-nine. Rumors have circulated that he’s been affiliated with gangs and such, but there’s never been any proof to that.”
“Enigmatic, clad in black, those two are correct. The bad-boy part I don’t know about,” I muttered.
“Well, when you’re prosperous it elicits some of the most ridiculous rumors. So I’m not sure if none of what I’ve just told you is even accurate,” Kelsy laughed. “If you haven’t heard of them before or kept abreast of them like the affluent women who stalks eligible bachelors, then you might not recognize a Nelson when you see one. So don’t feel bad about anything. Who knows, he was probably glad you didn’t know who he was so he could have a normal conversation with you. Maybe that’s why he likes hanging out with you.”
“Stop finding excuses for him, Kels. You’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I am on your side,” she redeemed. “But it would be cool if you guys dated. I’d love
“Why? I thought you said he was hot.” She paused. “Oh no, is he gay?”
I giggled. At the mere fact that a few days ago I’d thought the same thing. “I’d thought so. But no, he’s not. He was here earlier and Brenda identified him as some electronics mogul.”
“What? Who is he?”
“The CEO of ENEN, apparently.”
“Whoa! Natalio Nelson?” she shrieked.
I sighed into the phone. “There we go again with the exclamations and hyper. I wouldn’t expect that reaction from someone like you who knows what dead icon is on each green bill.”
“It’s not the money. The Nelson brothers are smoking! Who wouldn’t want to date them? They’re young, impeccably hot—like walking lava, seriously—and obscenely rich. He didn’t tell you who he was?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I’ve asked myself that question over a hundred times. How do you know them?” I asked.
“Mom does business with one of the brothers. Trevillo Nelson. She and dad even had a big fallout and stayed in malice for over three weeks because Dad accused her of sleeping with Trevillo.” Kelsy sighed. “I think she’s guilty though. And I wouldn’t blame her, the guy’s freaking gorgeous. If I was her age and that hot young guy hit on me, I’d bone him, too. Trevillo’s known for having a thing for older, kinky women. And my mom’s Queen Kink.”
A burst of laughter escaped from me. “How do you know that?”
“I snoop around when Mom and Dad aren’t home. Girl, you should see some of their play apparatuses. It’s beyond me how those things could be incorporated into sex.”
My laughter kept bubbling. The sight of Mr. and Mrs. Mitchell being kinky—I couldn’t picture it. Trust Kelsy to make me laugh.
“I still can’t believe you’re dating Natalio Nelson, though. Go figure.”
“We are—were just friends,” I corrected. “What do you know about him?”
“Except that he’s nefariously sexy and worth billions? Not much.” Kelsy paused again and I could hear the popping of another gum bubble. “The Nelsons are a very private family. We can only go by gossip. Their father’s a puissant magnate who brooks no nonsense with his boys and ensures to keep them in check. I hear that as soon as each one hits age eighteen, he sits them down and asks them what kind of business they want. Once their ideas were rational, it was set.”
I responded with ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ as Kelsy spoke.
“Trevillo Nelson, as I’ve told you before, he digs older chicks for whatever reason. Weird. He’s the oldest at thirty and dominates the real estate field. He’s the one I like,” she mumbled the latter. “Lovello Nelson, he’s a cocky ass, womanizing whorebag that bangs all his female employees and associates. Though the youngest at twenty-seven, he’s richest of the three as an internet billionaire and a complete genius.”
“Oh my god,” I gasped through a giggle.
“And Natalio Nelson,” she continued, “he’s that enigmatic, bad-boy type, always in black, lava guy at twenty-nine. Rumors have circulated that he’s been affiliated with gangs and such, but there’s never been any proof to that.”
“Enigmatic, clad in black, those two are correct. The bad-boy part I don’t know about,” I muttered.
“Well, when you’re prosperous it elicits some of the most ridiculous rumors. So I’m not sure if none of what I’ve just told you is even accurate,” Kelsy laughed. “If you haven’t heard of them before or kept abreast of them like the affluent women who stalks eligible bachelors, then you might not recognize a Nelson when you see one. So don’t feel bad about anything. Who knows, he was probably glad you didn’t know who he was so he could have a normal conversation with you. Maybe that’s why he likes hanging out with you.”
“Stop finding excuses for him, Kels. You’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I am on your side,” she redeemed. “But it would be cool if you guys dated. I’d love
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