Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Well, it’s been fun. I still have to make a couple more runs before my night is over. Good luck with the woman. Looks like you might have met your match.”
“Later, man. Thanks again for the help, and if you need anything, don’t hesitate. I know the takeover could get volatile.” Nico tips his head to the side, a sign that he’s deep in thought, more than likely about how life will change drastically for him.
“Will do. Why don’t you go home for a change while you’re at it?” Nico states, knowing he’s as bad as I am. He’ll sleep at the warehouse his famiglia does business in when it’s an all-hands-on-deck type of day.
“Not a bad idea. After the security issue is handled, I plan on doing that.” We shake hands and pull each other in for a hug. I clap his back before letting go. This time, I don’t watch anyone leave; instead, Nico goes his way and I go mine. I don’t have time for my head to be clouded with thoughts of Celeste, how sweet she tasted while kissing her, her soft mewls, breathy moans, and a body that was molded against mine. Fuck, if I don’t take care of this menace of a cock, I’ll never get my work done and going home won’t happen for another three Goddamn days.
I run my fingers through my hair, knowing after the early morning, late night, and now being up well past midnight, I’m worse for the wear. My hair has lost the slicked-back style I prefer while working, my suit is a wrinkled mess, and my beard is more than likely disheveled as well. It’s not looking great for the boss of what I’m hopeful is a successful casino and hotel. The plus side is, at least the club on the property isn’t open yet, or we’d be really in trouble with not having enough security. That’s another storefront type of business we didn’t lease out, knowing it’d be another money maker. And when you owe the Italian mafia a lot of fucking money, you get ingenuitive real quick on how to pay them back. I like my knees not busted and my fingers attached to my hands. Family or not, if you fuck up, you’re going to pay. I’m scanning the card to the elevator, ready to get back in my office, done with people pleasing for the day, when my cell phone starts ringing again.
“Son of a bitch.” I look at the display on my phone. Not even an inkling inside of me thought it would be Celeste, though I’d much prefer that to the head of fucking security calling me for a second time tonight.
“What’s up, Terry?” I answer the phone. We shouldn’t be having any problems this early on, especially considering this was a personal invite only event. That shit down by the pool happened because of someone’s plus one. We diffused the situation, gave them both a warning, letting them know if there’s another problem, not only will the mouthy shit be banned, but so will the person who brought him.
“I hate to bother you, Mr. Hayes, but that situation is escalating. We’ve got the instigator in a separate room from Mr. Delaney, who’s currently asking to speak with you and wants to rectify the issue. In his defense, he was trying to escort the other individual out of the hotel when things got dicey.” Christ, what was I thinking letting the manager on duty off early tonight? What an epic failure and a lesson I’m beginning to learn one too many times.
“Tell him I’ll be right there. Delaney’s a good guy. Not sure who he brought along.” I think back to the time I bought a prime piece of real estate off him for a song. The market was just on the cusp of soaring with the help of Delaney working his magic, and having a cash offer, well, he’s the reason I’m in my penthouse condo. It’s tripled in price from the million-dollar price tag to now nearly four million.
“Will do. Thank you, Mr. Hayes,” Terry responds.
“You’re welcome. I’ll be there in five minutes.” I press the elevator stop button, needing to go to the lower level, where the security office is located, below the parking garage. An ideal spot that Nico and his family had no problem pointing out. It’s also where there’s a side access not many people know about that will work in our favor in the transferring of money. Looks like my night is going from good to bad, to fantastic, to fucking worse.
EIGHT
Celeste
“What was so important that you sent an S.O.S. text at seven o’clock this morning?” That would be Tyra on the other end of the line asking this question. I’m not sure if she should be surprised about the text or the fact that I’ve been up since before the sun rose. Thank you, Mr. Wylder Hayes, for that. I figured after getting myself off then taking a shower, during which I was practically falling asleep, that I’d drift off fast to sleep. No such luck. The second my naked body slid between the sheets, I was wide awake, keyed up and ready for another round, this time with my vibrator instead of my fingers.