“You couldn’t be more ostentation,” she said to me. “Look at you with your expensive sports car, your huge house with a swimming pool, and your thousand dollar suits. Who are you trying to impress?”
“Hey, baby,” I responded. “What can I say? When you got it, flaunt it. Am I right?”
“Are you right?” she responded. “Well, yes, if you’re trying to make up for some shortcomings elsewhere.”
“I’m good in that department, too, baby. I wear a size 11 shoe and I’ve got the hands of a basketball player,” I said, holding up my two enormous hands.
“Oh, you thought that was what I was talking about? Think again, honey,” she said.
“If not that, what are you talking about?” I asked.
“I’m talking about your pea-sized brain,” she said.
“Are you kidding?” I responded. “Look at all I’ve got, lady. You think I would have a 25-room mansion, a gold Lamborghini, and expensive suits if I wasn’t smart. I’m really smart. I’m, like, the smartest person around.”
“Come on,,” she said. “You inherited it all from your daddy.”
“Not true,” I said. “He just gave me a small loan to get me started.”
“A small loan? How small of a loan was it?”
“Just a million dollars,” I said. “Chump change.”
“As I said, you’re obnoxious, showy, and ostentation. You need to be taught a lesson.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “What kind of lesson?”
“Hand me that Forbes magazine over there, Donald,” she said. “Yes, the one with you on the cover. Now drop your pants. Stormy’s gonna teach you a thing or two.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “flaunt.” And yes, this is supposed to be fiction.