63: Don't be such a pvssy

I balled my hands into a fist as he continued talking. I was getting pissed at him but I still tried to brush it off and just act cool.

"Why?" Jesse teased. "It's your father's desk anyway. It's his money and not—"

"Shut up Jesse and take your legs off the damn table."

My voice was stern and the harshness made him scoff. He placed his leg down but didn't stop smoking his cigarette.

I looked at him waiting for him to day whatever we brought him to my office but Jesse kept beating around the bush.

"Why the hell are you staring at me that way, bro?"

I'd no anything to not be associated with this motherfucker or be called his relative but unfortunately there's not much I can do since my father keeps patronizing his stupidity.

He kept talking and I just looked away, trying to distract myself with othe……