Aaron's POV
"I need some money, Aaron. And I figured my generous brother wouldn't turn me down."
My jaw clenched at his blatant request, fueling the fire of anger within me. "Not this time, Nathan. I'm sick and tired of being your personal ATM," I declared, my voice tinged with frustration.
Nathan's eyes narrow, a hint of annoyance creeping into his features. He was going to say something so stupid. He always has.
"Come on, Aaron. You have plenty to spare. What's a little loan between brothers? Just that I wouldn't be returning this loan, give it, you have it," he persisted, attempting to appeal to my sense of family loyalty.
But I stood my ground, unwilling to be swayed by his manipulative tactics. "I'm not falling for your guilt trips anymore, Nathan. It's time you learned to stand
