“Enough.” He answered dismissively.
“Miguel, in some parts of the whole $10,000 is enough to live your life in comfort… Actually Miggy, could you buy me a place in Indonesia and give me a small loan? That sort of life doesn't sound half bad.” She said as she moved her body into his and gave a hug that gave him ample contact with her chest.
He blushed as he tried to push her off and resisted the temptations in his head telling him otherwise. “Can you even speak the language?” He asked.
“There's a little thing called Google Translate, Miguel, now give your good friend a good life already!” She said, hugging him tight enough Miguel could confidently tell she wasn't wearing a bra.
“I'm not giving you shit!” He responded flustered.
She looked at him in awe and Miguel wondered if he sounded a bit too harsh. After all, it was only just a couple tho-
She leaned him forward on the couch and tapped his back.
“It's nice to see you have a backbone.” She commented before slapping his back.
He quickly grabbed his back and started rubbing it. “Are you trying to break my spine or something She-hulk?” He commented. “(Ugh, I really shouldn't take anything she says seriously.) But it's not like I couldn't do it.”
“Miguel, do you think telling me you could give me a better life and choose not to do it is something good to add? I don't think even Satan would do something that cruel.” She said as she pinched his cheek and pulled it out.
“Just find a job, you slacker. Ow, ow, ow, ow, I'm sorry let go!” He begged as she pulled down on his cheek for her own amusement.
“But seriously, what kind of money is a guy like you rocking?” She asked in a more inquisitive tone. “This area isn't super expensive so I was thinking it could be my new place if that bitch doesn't leave soon. So, I looked for an apartment in this place since it seemed nice and all but GOD Damn, 10k a month!? For an apartment!?” She said as she looked at him in shock.
“(I mean, my rent's more like 6 to 7k-ish a month depending on the time of year but I get what she's saying.) I know what you're saying but trust me, I could live here for like a hundred years with no trouble.”
“Damn, so you're rich rich.” She said as she looked around the apartment.
“I wouldn't say that. It's not like I'm going to be buying any bugattis anytime soon.”
“So you could buy them.”
“I mean…”
Her jaw dropped at his response.
“Come on, Louise, you're over-exaggerating it.”
“Where'd this type of money even come from, I knew you were rich, but, but not like this!”
“Potato chips make a lot more money than you'd think.” He answered bluntly.
“L-like…” She looked around and whispered. “Seven figures rich?” She asked.
“Eight figures rich plus half the company stocks my parents had, which should add up to about mid-eight figures.” He whispered back.
She eased off him and straightened his shirt. She even started fixing up his hair and sat a respectable distance away from him.
“(About fifty million or even more…) I wasn't aware, Sir.” She said in the most respectful tone she could muster.
“Come on, don't be like that!”
She looked deep in contemplation as she held her hand on her chin. “Are you sure you're waiting till 30 for a wife?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, damn, I'll walk around the house in only a maid apron if you want. Shit, I'd walk around the town like that if you wanted.” She said as she got closer to him.
“...”
“You can even have a few side chicks on the side if you get tired of me. Shit, I'll be the side chick for a dude with that much.”
“Are you serious?” He asked, knowing the answer to this question could potentially change his life.
She pinched his nose and looked deep into his eyes.
“Only partly.” She said as she laid down on the couch and rested her legs in his lap.
Miguel wasn't sure he would have been able to resist if she said yes and counted his blessings.
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Miguel woke up to find himself face-to-face with Louise. They blankly stared at each other until Louise gave him a kiss on the nose that had him quickly turning around on his bed and rolling away red-faced.
“Have a good rest?” She asked.
(“Calm down dude, it's just a kiss on the nose!”) He tried to reassure himself. “I'd prefer if some *sniff* *sniff* ugh, is that you? I'd prefer it if I didn't get kissed by a woman that smelled like a cigarette.” He commented as he wafted the air. “You didn't do that here, did you?” He asked.
“I'm not an asshole.” She answered as she sniffed her jacket. “That smell sticks to everything. Ugh.”
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“Why are you disgusted, don't you smoke the stuff?” He asked.
“Alright Miguel, let me put it like this, you like… bacon right?”
“Yeah?”
“Would you like it if your apartment smelled like bacon for a whole month no matter how much you tried to get rid of the smell?” She answered coldly as if reliving a traumatic experience as she spoke.
“...”
“I thought so.”
“Can't you wear some cologne at least?”
She scoffed, took off her jacket and threw it to the side of the room, leaving her in her tank top.
“*sniff* I guess that's better. So why were you watching me as I slept, Louise? Am I that interesting?”
“Of course not, I saw you thrashing around and wanted to fuck with ya. I didn't think you'd wake up this quickly.” She said as she discreetly moved the marker in her hand back into her pocket.
“Okay, follow-up, why are you in my room?”
“Oh, right.”
She pulled out her phone and showed him a message. And it was from his brother.
“Wake him up please, I've been trying to get his phone for the past hour.”
The message was sent just fifteen minutes ago.
“Ugh, is this serious?”
“I don't know, ask him.” She said as she walked to the other side of the room and picked up her jacket. “Call me when you're finished whatever you're doing with him.”
“Why?”
“I'm heading out, till he's finished with you.”
“Louise I have a good idea what it is so you can stay here if you'd like.”
“I'm good, the less of that man I see the better.” She answered as she walked through his door and made a swift exit.
As he looked down at his phone, he saw a message from an unknown number reading. “Here's my number dummy >:3.”
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Within the hour, his brother arrived in an absolutely horrendous suit. It was a plaid patterned jacket with a shirt of inverted colour underneath. His hair was slicked back with more hair gel than an average pharmacy, and he had a moustache on his face that looked like it had recently been trimmed and cleaned up.
She held a suit similar to his own in his hands and pushed it towards Miguel.
“Was there a yard sale or something?”
“Both sets were 8 grand, each.”
He took the suit out of his hands and sighed. “I don't have to keep this, do I?”
“Who knows, maybe you'll be begging to keep it at the end of the day.”
Miguel simply sighed at his brother's words and headed to his bedroom to get changed.
“You showered, right?” Micheal asked.
“Yeah, but I smell enough cologne on this thing to hide the smell of a landfill. What's the occasion this time?”
“Some company heads want to discuss what to do with our stocks in the company.”
“Ugh, I said you were gonna deal with that stuff?”
“I did, but apparently they're considering selling off the company, so they'd like to see your face. Don't worry I'll do the talking, just don't do anything stupid.”
Miguel got in his room and got dressed, before hurrying to the almost obnoxiously out-of-place limousine that was parked outside the apartment.
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“I hate rich people,” Miguel stated at the dinner table. His face was lying on the table as he reached for the fry and placed it in his mouth.
The brothers were in a restaurant with a French name with a menu that reflected it. Both in the names of dishes and the prices.
The floor was a continuous marble flooring with the walls made out of dark stained wood.
“Business isn't going to be discussed in thirty minutes, Miguel.” His brother answered as she dug into his steak.
“Three hours! Three hours and what did they say? That they were thinking about finding someone to buy the company? And what the hell was the point of that other guy they brought!?”
“That was their lawyer making sure they didn't say anything stupid while seeing if I'd say anything stupid he could pounce on. I bet those hyenas are already plotting how to screw me over.” He commented as he dug his fork into a steak fry and dipped it into some au jus left on the side.
“But enough about that shit, how are you enjoying your new roommate?” He asked with a grin.
He lifted his head up and looked at him. “I nearly forgot to thank you for that.”
He showed him a middle finger with a smile on his face.
“Bro, what are you planning?” He asked as she brought his hand down. “You have a girlfriend right now, don't you? Don't you think doing stuff like this-”
“Woah, easy there hombre, this isn't for me, this is for you!”
Miguel could tell the answer would irritate him but he decided to ask anyway.
“So why is it, that you sent the first woman you've cheated on to my apartment, Michael?” He asked in the sternest tone he could manage.
“Stop that, I feel I'm being questioned by Dad for coming home late. But to answer your question, do you seriously not remember her? You guys used to be close back then (I even had some suspicions), I thought it'd cheer you up to have someone like her show up out of the blue. Like finding a pet you thought was long dead.”
“Were we really? All I recall about that time were you two and what happened after you decided to go after her blonde friend.”
He said as he looked at his leftovers on the table.
“(It was 10 years ago. Maybe I was overblowing how much they hung out back then…) Shut up man, you should be glad I got a woman to show up at your apartment, it's the only way it would have happened otherwise.”
“Couldn't you have gotten me a woman that likes anime at least? I don't there's a single thing in common with us.”
“Never heard the saying opposites attract? Just like magnets and soon enough you'll have her south stick to your north if you know what I mean.”
Miguel rolled his eyes and called over a waiter for the bill.
“Excuse me sir, but you've ordered dessert haven't you? Give us a few more minutes to get that ready before we hand the bill.”
Miguel turned back to his brother.
“Come on Miguel, thank your brother a bit for giving you a hook-up. You're even trying to run away to get back to her side. Even a chewed-up ball of gum would be sweet to someone that hasn't tried a fresh piece before.” He said as he laughed to himself.
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“Micheal, can you shit on her in your own time? If I wanted to hear you complain, I’d ask how the heads of the company are treating you.” He said, annoyed.
His brother cleared his throat and continued. “Chill out bro, it's just a little joke. But it's good to have someone to talk to sometimes isn't it? And who knows maybe a little bit of this and a little bit of that can happen between you two. Don't let me stop you.”
Miguel sighed. “Whatever man.”