Wicked woman

Author's POV

"I want the latest, the most expensive, and the most advanced smartphone. " Xander said to the clerk at the mall.

"What shade do you want, sir?"

"What shade do you think Xevia likes, Archer?"

"I think white, yes, I want this one too," mumbled the young man beside him.

"What additional purchases did you make?" Xander wondered.

Archer whispered back, "Wireless earphones."

"I read on a website that listening to classical music during pregnancy benefits both mother and fetus. I want my nephew will grow up to be a smart and healthy baby." Listening to that made Xander smile happily and think that a baby soon be born from his mate's womb and would make his desolate mansion cheerfuller. And the baby's presence, he wished, could be a light for his evening.

"You are so thoughtful."

"I learned it from you, bro," Archer patted his brother's shoulder lightly.

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"Thanks, see you later, buddy," he said as Archer dropped him off at the front door of his mansion, which was guarded by