Chapter 34

"Twenty-Seven, you?" Choosing to ignore his question I frown. He was a twenty-seven-year-old man who behaved like a child. Great, now only immature dudes like me. "You didn't answer my question, how old are you?" I shrug, "My age is irrelevant." "And mine wasn't?" Calum questioned. "No. It was very relevant." He pouts, "That's not fair." "Life not's fair. Get over it." As the words came through my mouth I thought about it. I was always complaining about my life and the things that happened to me. Maybe I should take my own advice and get over it. "Playing hard to get, I see." He stated. "That's the thing. I'm not playing hard to get. I am hard to get." Fact. He shrugs, "Oh well. I guess I need to try harder." I remain silent, so he continued, "I'm really rich." I sigh. Just when I start to like him he mentions money. What's the problem with this world and money? Why do all rich men have to assume that all girls want them because they have money? Assume that we are all g