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“Yes, but I know how much you like being in control. Never leave your safety to anyone else. I’ll teach you how to fly our private jet later.”
“You can fly?”
“Of course, it’s not as hard as you may think since computers do most of it. It’s all math, and you’re a math head, so it should be a breeze.”
“What else can you do?” She was back to being playful.
“Haha, nice try, but you’re not seeing my dick until after the wedding.”
“You… I…” She slapped my chest and pouted before trying to walk away. “Nasty!”
“Very, and tomorrow night, I’m going to get you very dirty as well, little Alyssa.”
Her face was pink, and her lips were twitching as she fought hard not to smile or laugh. “Who would’ve ever thought that one of the richest men in the world would have such a filthy mind?”
“What? You didn’t think I was human?”
“It’s not that. It’s just… I don’t know; you seem so far removed from human emotion.”
“Don’t kid yourself, sweetheart; there’s a big difference between the boardroom and the bedroom.”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“I can fuck in both places, but the execution and results are vastly different.”
She didn’t have a comeback for that one so I took her to the helm and moved the captain out of the way to show her how it’s done.
ALYSSA
I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun that didn’t involve closing a big business deal. By the time we were out on the water for a few hours, I was starting to relax and enjoy myself. Garrett seemed to be going out of his way to make the point that we were the hosts, not treating me like a guest.
At first, I didn’t get it, but the girls kept pointing it out. Like the way, he wouldn’t commit to something without asking me first. For instance, when one of my brothers asked him something about the future, he’d say, I’ll have to talk to your sister about that.
He kept including me in everything, which was kind of weird because I hadn’t the first clue about most of it. I know I’m rambling, but I think that is part of his ammo, keeping me on my toes at all times.
He's so open and casual with his damn billions. I’m gonna have to have a talk with him about that shit because if he goes from billions to millions, I’ll leave his ass. I said that to him, and he laughed until he cried. I guess he didn’t take me seriously.
At some point Dad came to sit beside me while the others had cornered Garrett. “So, you’re doing this. You’re sure.”
“Yes, I am.”
“But you haven’t known him that long. What about love?”
I looked him in the eye because I thought he was having a brain aneurysm. “You’re serious! Dad, how long did you know Mom before you two got married?”
“Five years. We met in high school, you know that.”
“And you two were madly in love, weren’t you?”
“Of course, she’s the love of my life.” I stared at him, begging him to see the irony without having to spell it out. I didn’t know my Dad was this thick.
“And where did that get her? Divorced from the so-called love of her life. A broken shell of who she once was, robbed of who she could’ve been had she not married a spineless jerk.”
Now this man has known me all my life and knows better than anyone that I give no shits, and yet he looked taken aback. Maybe it was the tone I used. Calm, level, with no real intonation. “It’s not the same.”
“Damn straight, it’s not the same. I’m walking into this with my eyes wide open; I guess I should thank you for that because, after the shit you put Mom and me through, I’ll never allow anyone to do that to me and my kid.”
“Are you really still this angry about the divorce?"
