Chapter 83

I shrugged.

He unbuttoned his suit jacket and handed it to his butler.

"So... What should I be calling you? Gray eyes dude?"

He give me his idea of a surprised look by a little twitch of his left eyebrow.

"Who names people that way"

"People do it all the time"

He folded his white shirt to his elbow and displayed his daunting tattoos.

"Want one?" He asked me when he caught me staring at them.

"My mother would kill me"

"I'm sure she won't mind. She's the free type, always believed a person had his own sense of good and bad"

"You talk as though you know my mom"

"Don't I?"

"Were you watching my mom?"

"When wasn't I? Sometimes I just couldn't help it, she was too beautiful"

"You like my mom?"

"Which one?"

"I only have one mom. Which one were you talking about?"

"Forget about it" he put an arm over my shoulder and pulled me closer.

"So what can I call you?"