Aspen Atticus | “Go chase your other wallets, baby. We both know where you end up anyway.”

“You’re used to being the one who leaves first, yeah?” he tilts his head, watching her carefully “That’s your thing—take what you need, walk away clean. No attachments.” his lips curve slightly “I wonder how long that lasts when you’re the one who wants to stay.”

"Courtesy of a rich n!gga." Stunna girl

That courtroom was empty, took them L's on the chin

My n!gga rockin' for me, they don't want me to win

… Courtesy of a rich n!gga

My wrist, my bag

Ride around in a Lamb'

Courtesy of a rich n!gga

My toes in the sand

He wanna buy a b!tch lamb

I only f/ck with rich b!tches, take trips to islands

Now my ass got a tan

I am not one of them, remember I was in the gym

Shit can still hit the fan

… Courtesy of a rich n!gga

(And s1ut me out)

(Put your hands all over me and s1ut me out)

Courtesy of a rich n!gga

(I don't get mad, I get money)

(Let's go rack for rack, see who got the most money)

(Let's go bag for bag, you wear knock-offs, honey)

“Gold Digger Meets Gold Mine… and Somehow Both Think They’re the Smart One”

The restaurant was the kind of place where even the air smelled expensive.

Crystal glasses. Soft piano in the background. Rich people pretending they liked each other.

Aspen Atticus was already done.

He leaned back in his chair, one arm lazily draped over it, fingers tapping against the polished wood as his relatives talked over each other like a pack of overdressed hyenas.

“—and Aspen, now that you’re CEO, don’t you think it’s time to settle down?”

He didn’t even look up.

“Yeah,” he muttered dryly, swirling his drink. “I’ll just pick one of you. Keep it in the family, right? Save time.”

A few gasps. One aunt clutched her chest.

His cousin snorted beside him.

Aspen smirked faintly, already halfway out of the conversation mentally—until—

“Baby, please understand…”

His eyes shifted.

A table not too far away.

A girl.

Pretty wasn’t the right word. Pretty was too soft.

She was dangerous pretty.

The kind that made men stupid.

And sitting across from her? Some old guy who looked like he owned at least three companies and a failing marriage.

Aspen raised a brow, watching.

“—I told you, I’ll buy it once the stocks recover—”

“Oh, so now I have to wait?” the girl snapped, standing abruptly.

Aspen’s lips twitched.

Oh