Nick’s P.O.V
The night was going well, well minus the twenty minutes we argued quietly at the restaurant about who was paying. I won in the end, Riley gave in probably realising she wasn’t going to get what she wants. I appreciate a woman who is willing to pay, but at the same time, I prefer it when they let me pay. I have got to keep them sweet and spoiled if I wanted to get what I want.
“You won that one, Mr Millionaire, but next time you aren’t going to win,” Riley said firmly as we headed out.
“Sure thing, mam,” I smiled.
“Don’t mam me; I am serious.” She said.
“I know,” I said, holding my hands up in the air, laughing.
Riley saying that tells me she wants to spend more time with me, which works great in my favour.
“And don’t you forget it.” She giggled, “What do you want
