Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
He was in great shape for his age. He played golf twice a week, swam, ran, and lifted weights. He didn’t need any of those fucking blue pills, either. He ate right most of the time, and as long as he was able, he was going to continue fucking, but with no strings attached. It made things far too messy. Why should he buy the cow when he could get the milk for free? Grabbing a tissue from his desk, he dabbed at his now limp dick, tossed the wad in a gold trashcan, tucked himself back in and zipped up his pants. The sounds of ‘Morning Has Broken,’ by Cat Stevens, appeased him.
As he adjusted his clothing, he came to a decision. After reviewing the information from the private investigator for a second time, he was ready to make his move. He reached for his phone and dialed.
“Boss,” came a gruff, yet youthful voice on the other end. “How can I help you today?”
“I’ve got some news.” Grandpa grinned as he stroked his beard, then brought the cigar to his mouth. “Looks like Lenny boy is just like my son. Chip off the ol’ lusty block. They like, shall I say, exotic fruit. Darker berries.” He chuckled.
“Dark berries? What do you mean, boss?”
“He’s got himself a fucking woman…” He was met with silence.
“Uh, really? Lennox? Are you sure?”
“As certain as an ant’s attendance at a picnic.”
“Not to question you or anything, but Lennox is always around women.” Sam chuckled. “I mean, it’s part of his job. How can you be sure that this is a serious thing and not some fling? In fact, he had a threesome about a year or two ago and—”
“Oh no, Sam. This is different. Much different. Lennox was definitely a bit of a playboy some years back. Besides, it’s in his blood. Can’t fault him for that—being all beefy, good lookin’ and all—but this little chocolate chip spent the night.” He burst out laughing and slammed his fist against his desk, giddy as can be. “Bitches never spend the night over Lenny’s house, Sam. He gets them the hell out right after he fucks ’em. When he’s serious about a lady, he keeps her… lets her stay. I’ve watched him over the years. I know his patterns when it comes to these things. He even ordered her breakfast… He’s been taking her places, too. They look like salt and pepper love birds.”
He gripped one photo of Lennox standing at his front door, looking all lovesick as the beauty to his beast left his home. “He’s in deep. Got it bad for her.” Got himself some good, juicy, black pussy, I see… He sneered as he examined Nadia’s face. It can be addictive, Lenny. Best be careful.
“Well, isn’t that interesting. You called her a chocolate chip and mentioned somethin’ ’bout salt and pepper. Is she Black?” Sam laughed.
“Can’t get nothin’ past you, can I? You genius, you.” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Sam. She’s Black. Pretty little thing, too… Nice ass. Nice tits. Gorgeous legs…” He flipped to other zoomed-in photos of her. “Ya see, that’s Lennox’s weakness, besides his mama. He has a soft spot for women, but especially women that come from the wrong side of the tracks. Just like his daddy. Lennox is captivated by beautiful things, Sam… Just like me. He loves him a pretty filly to have on his arm. He’s not quick to fall in love, but when he does, he’s done for. He falls hard. He likes ’em rough around the edges, too… and nasty.” His tongue jetted out as he squelched the urge to laugh. “This lady seems to be just his type.”
“Nasty? What makes her nasty?”
“She’s a fucking whore!” he yelled. “A gotdamn stripper and sex worker on that site… what tha fuck is it called? Only Friends?”
“OnlyFans!”
“Whatever! She shakes her ass at some big time Gentleman’s Club where the ballers have to pay top dollar to even get in the door. Supposed to be the best of the best. I don’t go to strip clubs myself. Haven’t been to one in probably over a decade.” He cleared his throat and sat taller. “If I’m gonna pay all that damn money, then somebody is going to suck and fuck me before I walk outta those doors.”
“Hell, yeah!” Sam burst in laughter. “Just a bunch of teasin’.”
“She’s been a stripper for a while, too. A veteran. Even teaches pole dancin’ classes, it appears. She’s went national.” He laughed. “Can you believe they have awards for this shit? Regardless of her entrepreneurial spirit and good looks, she’s a fucking slut. Just like my grandson’s mama.” A wave of anger rolled against his throat. “I finally found the wild card. Lennox is playing hardball.” He tossed down the stack of photos and swayed back and forth in his chair. “From my understanding, he’s spoken to an attorney, too. Still tryna verify that.”