Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“You’ll have to ask my Man Friday.”
“Huh?”
“Carl, he’s my driver, head of security, and everything else you can imagine.”
“What does he have to do with it?”
“I don’t know what he does. I just tell him what I need, and he gets it.”
He popped a tomato in his mouth like this was normal. “Do you do that kind of thing often?”
“Yeah, why?” So he’s the idiot kinda rich. The ones that have never seen the inside of a supermarket.
“I don’t know, maybe because it’s not fucking normal.”
“I don’t see why not. What say if I want to have my favorite steak at ten-thirty, but the place closed at ten? I’ll show up anyway because a hefty tip always makes the pain go away. In fact, that’s how I met one of my favorite people.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, Monique.”
“Who’s that?” Why do I feel jealous?
“She’s my personal assistant. I walked into this restaurant one time, about ten minutes after the closing. Carl had a word with the manager and showed him this special card he uses that opens all doors to anyone in the Devereaux clan, and we were let in.”
“This black woman in her early thirties and late twenties dropped the bread basket on the table and then lit into me. She called me an inconsiderate prick; she needed to get home to her son, and she wasn’t about to keep her baby waiting because of some idiot cracker who didn’t know how to tell time.”
“She got fired on the spot, and I hired her.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that. I like strong, opinionated people; when I hired her, she looked at me like I was crazy until she saw the name on the card I’d handed her. She’s been with me ever since. That baby, as she called him when he was fifteen, is in his second year of Pre-Med, and he got to see the world at his age.”
“How long ago was this?”
“Five years now, she’s been running my life. You two will get along great.”
“Who said we were ever going to meet?”
“I do! I say, did you think I was playing last night on the beach? Five minutes, that’s all the time you’re getting after your divorce. I’ve already scoped out the courthouse in your jurisdiction. It’s a tie between The Bennet or The Waverly.”
He's a full-blown nut job.
“By the way, we need to come up with a strategy before the weekend is over.”
“A strategy? For what?”
“Your divorce, of course. I can’t have my woman being married to some other guy.”
Looky here Justice, see what you brought home? When are you gonna stop picking these fucking freaks?
MARCUS
“Don’t freak out, and don’t think I’m nuts; I just like doing shit as it comes; otherwise, there are too many options to choose from. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about this all night, and the way I see it, I’m not gonna fire them right away.”
“You?”
“Yeah!”
“I thought you didn’t work for the company?”
“I didn’t used to, but Gramps decided he was ready to retire.”
“But why not your Dad? Shouldn’t he be next in line?”
“He should, but he’s not. That’s what being the heir apparent means.”
“I know, I just always thought that it meant after your father was…. Never mind. Wait a minute, did you say you’re not gonna fire them?”
“That’s right, if I fire him now while you go through your divorce, he’d have no income, which means no alimony and limited, if any, child support.”
“Oh, you’re right. I didn’t think of that.”
“Yeah, like I said, I’ve been up all night thinking. Let me grab you some eggs.” I got up and plated the veggie cheese omelets for both of us, along with toast and fried potatoes. She looked at her plate suspiciously, then took a bite. Her eyes closed, and she moaned the way I imagined she would during sex.
Down boy. Let Daddy do his thing. “You’re gonna want to stop doing that right about now.”
Her eyes opened, looking dreamy and ready to fuck. Damn, from an omelet? I wonder what she’s gonna look like when I cup those plump breasts of hers while stroking into her pussy slow and deep?
“You can cook!”
What? Snap the fuck out of it, Marcus. Do not fuck this up. If you fuck her now, she’s gonna look back on this day with guilt. And you’re no poacher. You’ve gone without pussy for long periods of time before, and it didn’t hurt you any.
That’s what my head was saying, but my dick was on some put-me-in-coach shit. Listen, you two gonna have to get together and figure this shit out.
I say the ball is in play, and we’re in the clutch.
No, hold out for love, boss. It’ll be more beneficial in the end.
Okay-okay. My heart is a bitch.
He’s no fun, that’s for sure.
Tell me about it. What was it she’d just said? Oh yeah, cooking.