Chapter 65: 'This is how your world works, isn't it?'

ROSE

"What kind of date?" I heard myself asking.

Rum was on his way to his bedroom in his laid back manner—one hand in his pants pockets, one hand holding his phone for his eyes to read, and his feet in a leisurely drag—when he halted and slowly turned.

His face asked, what kind of a question is that?, before his silky voice did.

“Are you for real?” he asked. Then, he turned to face me. “I’m taking a woman to dinner—what kind of date do you think that is?”

I stepped forward. “But isn’t she your sponsor? People don’t discuss business over dates, right?”

Those blue eyes darkened with rage. “What are you trying to say?” His tone was telling me: I was out of line.

He’s right. Who am I to tell him what to do and what not to do? Even Dan gave him the green light. So who am I to say he can’t date a woman to move ahead in his career?

It’s not that I don’t know this part of his life. I do! I know that he's done favours for sex; he's slept with many women. And he even bluntly told