Belinda doesn’t care what I do or say. She just wants to shop, party, and sleep.
Me, I want to do something more. Maybe settle down and raise a family.
But it’s hard to do when you’re always hopping to from one hotspot to another every night.
Betsy is the sensible one. Wants all the same things I want.
But Belinda is so much fun.
That’s when it hit me: I’ve already got the mistress. All I need is the one I can marry. Right?
Belinda doesn’t care what I do or say. But Betsy packs a wicked left hook.