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“Just so you know, Dad stopped by after you left looking for you. He said you were ignoring his calls.” Braxton had a lilt in his voice as he announced our combined annoyance.
“Yeah, well, he’s going to bug me to embrace my on-paper position as a second vice president and you know how I feel about that. Why two?”
“He also said you were getting to be a slacker. And two are often needed in big companies such as ours.”
“He said that shit because I left at four-thirty for a change instead of nine? Really?”
“Yep.”
“Go back to your date. I know you’re on one.” I could hear the loud music in the background. Braxton was a ladies’ man through and through, something I used to be but I’d grown weary of the dating game. Yet the article had managed to capture my essence. I had a feeling my father’s advertisers were going nuts, considering pulling out. “What’s her name, anyway?”
My brother snorted. “I don’t know yet. But who needs a name when you’re fucking?”
“A crude bastard.”
“Hey, I know what I want. I just wanted to warn you.”
“Yeah, I got it. Have an amazing time with a Barbie clone.” I wasn’t into blondes, but both my brothers ate them up like white chocolate.
I couldn’t stand plastic, the kind of women who laughed on cue. Ate very little. Drank the most fashionable cocktails and hung on your every word.
Nope. Not for me. I didn’t buy the concept of relationships on any level under any circumstances.
Friday night.
Alone.
Why had I been contemplating my life as of late? That wasn’t like me. Gage would tell me it was a midlife crisis setting in. That was bullshit.
Yet what had happened to the party boy, the one who enjoyed going out at least four times a week? The guy who could sleep for three hours, get up and head to the weight room, and feel completely refreshed after a glass of orange juice?
I laughed at myself as I stood staring out the wraparound set of windows leading to a massive deck that fronted the most perfect beach in the world. At least that’s the way I’d always felt about San Diego.
Until the resorts had both been built on the islands. Only then had I thought differently. Sighing, I took another sip of scotch, trying to remember when I’d had fun going out with my buddies or with my brothers for that matter. Long enough the memories had faded.
Or I hadn’t really had a good time.
As I placed my hand on the warm glass, the sound of the ocean floated in through the open doors. I was one lucky man. I had three hefty bank accounts, a yacht, a Learjet for my private use, and enough cars I could have a freaking car show. Plus, my house was over six thousand square feet situated directly on one of the most pristine sections of the city. What more could I want?
Before I allowed my twisted mind to delve into any serious contemplation, my phone buzzed indicating a text. The last thing I needed was to be required to provide an update on my personal life to my father. He had plenty to do.
Sadly, I couldn’t ignore it. With the business I was in, and the select number of clients I managed personally, they expected concierge service at all times.
That’s why we were paid the big bucks.
As soon as I grabbed the phone, sliding my finger across the screen, I had to admit that the text I’d received wasn’t the one I’d thought I’d be getting.
Ever.
Chicks didn’t text me. They knew better. I’d had one who had after I’d mistakenly given her my private number. I’d learned the hard way never to do that. I was one sadistic bastard, but the girl had turned out to be an absolute psychopath. I’d changed my number and only my best buddies knew it. They’d been teasing me for almost two years now that I needed to get serious with a girl. My response had always been the same.
No girl could handle the brutal sadist I was. Which for the most part was the truth. I enjoyed everything from kitty and puppy play to primal play. However, finding a woman who surrendered let alone enjoyed had proven impossible.
I had no interest in keeping up appearances or pretending as if I wanted anything more than a sexual tryst for one night. Two, tops. Seeing the sexy near invitation was intriguing.
Even if I had no clue who the person was.
