Evelyn
This time, he looked genuinely taken aback. "What? My respect is only worth ten dollars? What the actual f**k?"
Struggling to stifle my laughter, I continued, "Ten dollars is actually generous. Maybe two- two dollars is more appropriate."
I enjoyed provoking him, and his face turned various shades of red in response.
"Are you f*****g serious right now?"
"Totally."
"Then I'll get the truth out of you," he declared, his hands darting to my sides as he began to tickle me.
"Jacob, stop!" I giggled uncontrollably.
"Nope. Not until you admit I'm worth a million dollars."
"Having millions doesn't define worth. It's the character that counts," I managed to say amid laughter. "You're evil. So, you're... worth two bucks."
"You're only asking for trouble, baby,"
