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He made damn good money and had more invested and in the bank than he ever thought possible. He wasn’t a billionaire like his brother, but he was sure he had the second highest wealth in the family of his siblings.
Though he knew Laken got taken care of well and received the same kinds of bonuses as him, she just had a different job than he did.
Except she had VP in front of her title and he didn’t.
He had to stop comparing. Most of his siblings had big titles because they might run a business that West acquired for them. Or be working their way up to it.
Braylon got to his floor, changed out of his suit and put on his workout gear, then made his way back to the first floor gym like he did most days. He found he didn’t have the energy to work out in the morning and usually needed it more at the end of the day.
It was busier than normal, but again, he was early.
He popped his earbuds in and found an empty treadmill and would spend twenty minutes warming up there before he hit the weights.
When his twenty minutes were up, he grabbed his towel and wiped the machine down. There were employees there watching and doing that as their job, but again, he didn’t like to be waited on and there was no reason he couldn’t wipe up his own sweat.
“Why do you do that?”
He had music playing while he adjusted the weight of the bench press, but he still heard the question from the woman he’d seen down here before.
“Do what?”
“Clean up,” she said. “They have employees for that.”
These always seemed to be the type of women that came to him. He knew anyone living in this building had money, but that didn’t mean they had to be jerks about it.
“So?” he said. “Just making the person’s job a little easier. Nothing wrong with that. It’s my sweat.”
She was wearing some matching leggings and sports bra set. If it wasn’t for the fact she had a smoking body nice and toned, he’d think she was down here just looking for a guy, but she obviously worked out.
“We all sweat,” she said. “Some more than others. I don’t even like my own sweat.” She was laughing while she said it. “I’m Mckayla.”
Her hand was out and he had no choice but to shake. He wiped it on the towel first. “Braylon.”
“I know who you are,” Mckayla said, her eyes moving over him. Not surprising. He nodded and went back to putting the weights on the bar, then lay down and started lifting. “You’ve been here a few years, right?”
She’d moved to the bench next to him, doing her own things with the weights too. Not as much as him but still impressive. It’s not like she was bulging with muscles. The fact her breasts were still on her chest and not moving told him she’d had some work done there.
He wasn’t surprised he’d noticed it other than he was sick of fake women.
“I have,” he said.
When he didn’t say much more, she laughed. “Not much of a talker, are you?”
“No,” he said. Which his siblings would dispute, but he just wanted to get his workout done.“Especially when I’m working out.”
“Maybe we’ll have to try for another time to have a conversation,” Mckayla said, smiling.
At least it seemed she was going to give him some peace.
That peace didn’t last long though when he was coming out of his shower an hour later and looking for some food.
His phone rang and he noticed it was his mother. He’d always answer because it’s not like she called often. She had eight kids she could bug and spread it around.
“Hi, Mom. How are you doing?”
“Great now that things are going so well with West and Abby again.”
He grinned. “Thanks for throwing me under the bus.”
