The girl's soft pink lips were slightly open in anticipation, her sensual lips glistening, begging for someone to kiss them. So I didn't hold back and started bringing my face closer to her. At the last moment, I saw Gwen watching us through the window from the street. Our eyes met for a moment. But I didn't care what she thought. She'd drawn the line between us first, so now I wasn't going to run after her. Ignoring her, I broke the rest of the distance and our lips finally made contact.
The Sterlings leaned forward, eager for the details of their audacious financial strategy. Mr. Hamilton paused, reviewing the final figures in his ledger, then looked up with a controlled smile. "Taking into account all expenses and taxes, your net profit stands at an extraordinary $68,640,106," he declared.
She'd been powerless when her parents had basically destroyed her elder brother Christian's life and drove him to try and take his own life. Simply because he was a gay man.