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"I can't believe you said that to a stranger," I sputtered at him. I'd never heard Finn say anything like that to anyone besides our friends. It was funny in retrospect, but I was too shell shocked to notice. "Would you rather I take her up on her offer? I'm sure I could make it it happen if I go now." He started to get out of his seat and sat back down when I scoffed.

"This is why you're a pain in my ass."

"That's not why," Finn said obnoxiously. "But no, seriously. I'm putting her in her place. It's not like I could get up and walk away. We're kind of in the middle of something." He gestured at our food.

"Whatever," I gave up and started to eat my half of the moist muffin. It was to die for. I honestly wasn't a muffin person, especially blubbery, I thought they had a weird taste, but I loved chocolate muffins. Especially these ones with mini chocolate chips on top.

"So what did the Chief of Marketing want with you?" Finn changed the subject after taking a sip of his matcha latte.

"Who? Derek? How do you know his title?" I asked stupidly.

"I'm a Science of Business Administration major. It's my job to know that shit." He said like I was stupid.

"Sorry we're not all geniuses." I scoffed. "Anyway, I need to call my contract lawyer. He offered me a sponsorship deal."

"And its all legal because you're an Olympic athlete," Finn finished for me, probably knowing because he read an article about it. He was always reading the news. I read books instead, the news pissed me off. Sometimes being opinionated is too stressful. I had to limit my news intake before I blew a fuse. "How much, if you don't munch me asking?"

"Of course I don't mind you asking, Finn. We're living together incase you've forgotten." We knew how much was in each others bank accounts, but no idea what was truly in each others trust funds. "Five million with the opportunity for more biased on social media posts."

"Five million?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, my serious face confirming it. I know huge athletes costed way more than that but still, five million seemed like way too much for me, of all people. "Well if your lawyer says the contract looks good than I'd definitely go for it. Most people dream of making that much before they die."

"Does this make me the breadwinner of the family?" I smirked jokingly.

"Not even close." He replied dead serious.

My eyes went wide. "Not even close to 8 million dollars?" How did I not know my boyfriend was that rich? Maybe because they didn't flaunt it. Besides two $60,000 cars and a 2 million dollar beachfront house, they seemed pretty normal. "I think my dads inheritance was a lot more that your mothers." He replied simply, eating the resting of his muffin. "More than double, less than triple."

God damn, grandpa Riley must have been raking it in on the real-estate business. Not to mention both of his parents had multi million dollar salaries for most of his life, while only one of mine did. But still; God damn. Over 16 million? Shit. Here I was, thinking everyone wanted to sleep with Finn in high school because he had a nice body and an amazing dick to go with it. Maybe I was just oblivious and girls wanted him for his cash too.

I mean we didn't necessarily have access to our trust funds yet, but they were still technically ours. Maybe Jason was right about the rich kid thing.

"Anyway," Finn moved back to our conversation. "I think you should take it. It'll give you some exposure. It's not like either of us know were our careers are going yet and exposure couldn't hurt you."

"I don't think I need to worry about getting my name out," I muttered before taking a long sip of my coffee.

"You know what I meant." Finn gave me a pointed look before finishing off his drink. "How about we get out of here? I can show you just how much of a pain I can be."

"Why are you so perverted today?" I groaned, asking myself why I was dating him. It definitely wasn't an attempt to keep dirty thoughts out of my mind. No never. Not me.

Finn's green eyes darted around the shop before he smirked and moved to the side booth I was sitting in. His warm breath teased my ear as he spoke softly. "Don't pretend you weren't thinking about me eating you out before." Finn said, referring to the serious blush on my face when he spoke to that girl and then again when he repeated it. "Or that you weren't picturing a new handprint on your precious little ass."

It's official, Finn was horny as fuck today. He didn't say that shit unless he was ready to fuck the shit out of me or at least seriously thinking about it. He definitely was a pain in my vagina and on my ass but I wasn't complaining. I was wet just thinking about it.

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He smirked and pulled away from my ear. "You're definitely thinking about it now." Finn laughed and got up.

I scoffed and got up with him. "If you're going to try and fuck me in public every time you tell some girl you'd rather have your head between my legs, then you better stop saying it or I might chop your balls off."

"No you wouldn't. My balls are too precious to you."

"Fuck you."

"You're about to."

"Fuck you."

"You're about to."