I did not look happy at all. Sophia patted the back of my hand. “Out with the old, in with the new. There are plenty of men out there! And we’re rich. We have a lot of options. I saw some sexy models going into the bar over there. Let’s check them out tonight.”
That lifted my mood. “Yeah, let’s get into romance again.”
Sophia and I exchanged a smile. Small towns were the best. Life was slow, and we’d get a lot of tourists when that season came.
…
Tons of hot guys swarmed the street’s nightclubs. Quality men, all of them. When I got into the club the first time, I was almost blinded by how flashily beautiful the men were. Sophia almost refused to go back. She dragged me around to flirt with the guys. The woman even went after the club’s owner.
…
Three days later, she figured out his whole profile and tried to play matchmaker for me. I stopped her. “I don’t mind having fun. We’re both rich now, so best not fall for anyone.”
Sophia patted my head. “I’m already forty. More than half of my life is gone, so I don’t care about marriage anymore, but you’re still young. Don’t give up on marriage just because one asshole hurt you. Find someone who’ll treat you nicely.”
Yeah, I know she had a point, but first, we had to deal with our business problems. It was tourist season, and the rooms were all full every single day. I got a big client too. They booked for a whole month. Two guys, and they paid us 15 grand.
I laughed happily and went with Sophia to get some groceries and necessities. Two guys. I asked, “Wonder if they’re a couple, Sophia. What if they get too rowdy?”
