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JAMESON
I slammed the door to my office. Who did Brielle think she was? She had no clue about how I lived. In such a short time, the woman had gotten under my skin, like no one had ever done.
I slumped in my office chair and opened my laptop. What was her last name again? I had to think for a moment. Delaney.
Brielle Delaney graduated from Penn State University with a degree in Public Relations with a minor in Business. She has been with Slice and Dice PR Firm for ten years. If she started when she was twenty, that would put her age at thirty years old. I continued reading her bio on the website. She is the most sought-after public relations manager among our high-profile clientele. She is known for her ruthless tactics, her work ethic, and her one-on-one approach, and is always up for a challenge. “Ruthless tactics?” I was stuck on that word. What exactly was I in for?
I continued reading. In 2015, she was recognized byTech Nowas a Top Power Women in Tech. In 2017 and 2022 she was recognized as one of the Top 100 Tech Titans byNew Magazine.
By the sounds of it, the woman must know her stuff. And there was no way of getting out of this. A deal is a deal. Closing my laptop, I walked by the living room and spotted my sliding glass doors open. Brielle was on the balcony as she drank wine.
“This is my favorite part of this place. You can see all of the city in the daytime. But at night, like this, I like looking at the city lights.”
She nodded without meeting my gaze. “It is a gorgeous view. Have you thought about anything I said earlier?”
“No. I was too busy reading your bio on the PR’s website. Sounds like you know your shit.”
“I do.” She turned her body to face me. “Which is why I am here. Titan Enterprises is your legacy. And your mother will write you out of her will if you don’t straighten up.”
I was in no mood to talk about Titan Enterprises. “Would you like me to show you your room?” I asked.
“Sure. I was beginning to think I would have to sleep on the couch,” she said with a smile.
“Come on.” We began to walk around the kitchen and down the hall. Mine was at the end, where when I opened my door, I had a full view of the hall and the rooms. Before we got to mine, I stopped. “Yours is here.” I pointed. We would share one wall between us because when she opened her door from inside, she only faced the hall wall.
I pushed the door open and motioned for her to go in first. The room was big, it had a king-size bed, a long dresser, a big screen TV on the wall, as well as a bookshelf and a comfy chair.
“I’ll let you get settled in.”
I stepped back and closed the door. Inside my room, I got in the shower letting the water cascade over my body, trying to ease the tension in my muscles. Brielle’s words kept ringing in my head, ‘Titan Enterprises is your legacy’. And as much as I respected my mother for keeping my dad’s vision alive. I didn’t want that life for myself, I fought against every chance I got. I never had much of a childhood because it was always about the business. My childhood consisted of nannies or Au Pairs taking care of me when I was younger because my parents couldn’t be bothered with me. And forget about any other family members, there weren’t any because the second anyone questioned their business dealings the member was cut out. That leads me to believe there have been some shady dealings, maybe with the mafia or whoever had the money to help them get the business up and running.
I stepped out of the shower, dressed in a pair of dark wash jeans, pulled on a white long sleeve Henley shirt and added a suit jacket over top.
After I put myself together, I snuck past Brielle’s room and the door was slightly cracked. I couldn’t help but peak inside. She was undressing, I only say her backside as she slipped into a short silky night gown. I had to force myself to keep walking.
Standing outside the building, I dug for my car keys and headed to the garage. Night life in New York never stopped.
Most of my life, as far back as I can remember we lived in this big mansion, my mother still lives in that big house with no one else but her and the staff. And I remember quite well the staff keeping an eye on me when a nanny or an Au Pair wasn’t available. That was until I got old enough to fend for myself. By the time I was sixteen, my parents insisted on me going to school and then working at the family business. I was more like an errand boy at first. So hanging out with friends was out of question. I couldn’t even play my favorite sport, baseball.
Weekends were spent going to charity functions or galas with my parents. And I was never in short supply of women who would hook up with me. It should have been illegal but grown ass women would sleep with a sixteen-, seventeen-, or eighteen-year-old. I looked forward to those functions. It was easy to sleep with whoever I wanted and they weren’t needy or clingy afterward. It was how I liked it. No emotions or thoughts about it. It was more self-deprecating than anything. And to top it all off, there was no one I could confide in about my feelings. I had to bottle them up inside and look it away in a secret compartment in my head. Now it comes second nature to act this way, since I’ve done it literally all my life.
If I was honest, I didn’t give a shit about how much money I had. That could all burn right along with Titan Enterprises. I’d be fine. I always was. I was even in some sort of New York magazine as New York City’s most eligible bachelor, which pissed me off, but I brought it on myself with the partying, and the women, there was no shortage. Most people never knew who I truly was. Yes, I partied and took women back to my place, but mostly you’ll find me here.
I parked out back and went through the back door. This was mine, and my own family didn’t even know about it.
It was a bar on one side, and batting cages on the other. The bar was dimly lit, and the bartender greeted me with a nod and immediately slid a drink down the bar for me. I greeted him with the same gesture but motioned for the bottle as he slid it to me, and I headed to the batting cages.
This was no trashy bar. Most businessmen came here to unwind from their stressful day. And I was certain no one knew I was the owner besides the employees. Word never got back to my mother. Brews & Bats was mine. My sacred place where I could relax and let out all my frustrations.
If I could light the match to burn down Titan Enterprises, I would.
“Look who it is,” my buddy Damien said as he greeted me with a handshake and a hug. “It’s been a minute.” He was far too cheerful for me, but somehow, we became friends five or six years ago through another mutual friend.
“It has been a minute. How have you been?” I asked.
“Good. Closed another deal and taking names. You know. You?”
“Ah. Pretty much the same.”
