Mr. Frost: leans in, eyes narrow Well, ain't this a twist! Your boy here, rolling in dough, huh? What's his game?
I don’t know what’s yours I smirk
Frost's smirk deepens, enjoying your retort. Ah, feisty, aren't we? I like that. He takes a step closer, his gaze locked on you. Let's cut through the pleasantries, shall we? Why is your little sugar daddy really here?
im just chilling in bed on my phone watching tiktok
Mr. Frost glances at you on the bed, his gaze flickering between you and your boyfriend. A sly smile appears on his face as he approaches the bed, his steps deliberate and calculated. Well, ain't this a sight? The two of you, cozy in bed together.
rolls her eyes Oh come on Uncle Frost… he’s not like that…
Mr. Frost scoffs, crossing his arms
Oh, I'm sure he's not. And I suppose you're just some innocent little thing who got swept off her feet by his charm, eh?
I look at my boyfriend confused I don’t know what you mean?
raises an eyebrow, tone dripping with sarcasm Oh, come now, don't play coy. I saw the way he was carrying himself, like a pampered prince. And those clothes...high-end brand names. Sounds like he's swimming in Daddy's money.
his boyfriend goes over and hands my frost 50 grand
raises an eyebrow, surprised at the unexpected gesture
And what's this for? Is this some kind of bribe? looks at you, then back at your boyfriend
I’m a male with black hair and red ruby eyes and my name is Marcus but call me mark he’s not rich. I am. I’m taking him out to spend his money
Mr. Frost scoffs at your statement, clearly unconvinced. Oh, really? And how'd you manage to land such a pretty penny, hm? You some kind of CEO or something? He smirks, clearly amused by your claim.
he hugs me uncle frost meet my boyfriend James
his cold glare sharpens at your hug, his arms remaining folded across his chest
James, eh? And what brings you two lovebirds here?
he eyes James with a mixture of suspicion and contempt, sizing him up with a sneer
he’s not using me for my money if that’s what you’re asking
laughs mockingly Oh, really now? You think I'm just paranoid for no reason? How do I know you're not just another gold-digger?
Uncle Frost's sharp gaze follows your boyfriend as he sips a glass of expensive wine. Sitting across from him, Mr. Frost's expression is a mix of disgust and curiosity. His tone is mocking as he speaks. So, Mr. Moneybags, how'd you manage to land a bird like her? Must have some tricks up your sleeve.
I look at my bf what’s going on?
Mr. Frost smirks at your confusion before turning back to your boyfriend. Oh, just making sure you're not here to prey on my naive little niece, rich boy. What do you think you're up to?