He chuckled and shook his head. We watched our fathers’ laugh and argue over the game. “Ain’t that the truth.”
My eyebrow arched and I faced him head on. “How would you know? No offense man but you didn’t have to drop everything and step into daddy’s shoes.”
He rolled his eyes. “Well my dad doesn’t own an empire but he expected me to be like him. He had the expectation that I would be just like him, while I wanted to be an artist. When I was younger I dreamt of opening my own gallery and stuff… he wasn’t having any of it. Made me major in things I had no desire of and well… I was just stuck. Thankfully I made some friends and plans that could make both things plausible.”
Now we were getting somewhere. “What’s that supposed to mean? You got friends in high places?” I asked.
He shook his head with a rueful smile. “Not exactly… I have friends that are smart as hell and well; plans can take some time but hell… if they’re good that means something. Just like our parents plan for the future, so can we.”
“How the hell can you even do that?” I asked.
He moved in closer. “It’s all about vision man. Our parents already have a vision for us when we’re too young to even realize it. Don’t you think you can do the same for yourself? It works out even better in your favor to be honest. You already can see most of the obstacles you’ll have to face and you can make a better plan surrounding it, where you win and you can possibly circumvent the bullshit you would go through with your families.” He patted my shoulder and looked me in the eye. I knew whatever he was about to say was crucial. “Growing up, I knew a few guys who were going through the same thing as us. We used to bitch and moan about it until someone said, why do we have to do what they want? We all agreed and we worked out all the shit in our heads. It took a hell of a lot of time but we finally figure out the perfect plan to get what we wanted out of this life. They say you only live once well… let’s live with no regrets.”
I frowned and threw him a confused look. “I’m not following.”
He shook his head and gave me a look as if I was simple. “What I’m saying is that you have to take what you want out of this world. You have to sometimes pretend to give in to get what you want. Right now, I’m doing exactly what my dad has always wanted but not precisely. I’m not doing it for the reasons he’s wanted, but I’m doing it for me and making good money from it. You just have to have the right resources and contacts is all.”
“What do you do?” I asked.
He smiled. “I work at Mavorik Finance… I grew up with Gerald Mavorik.”
I frowned. “He’s pretty old dude…” I hedged
He shook his head. “No, no. Not the owner but his son. We decided we wouldn’t be our fathers. We have dreams ya know? And we came up with a master plan to make those happen.”
Shit Cassie was right. “I wish I could do that.”
He searched my face looking for something. I kept my expression blank and gave away nothing. I thought he wasn’t going to talk but instead he leaned in. “You seem serious…” he trailed off.
I nodded and I thought about how I had to give up being in the courtroom to take over the company. I let all those frustrations from before overwhelm me so that I could be as convincing as possible. “I didn’t fucking want this. It was thrown on me, I wanted to be a lawyer. Being the head of the company takes me away from what I love. It’s fucking frustrating and depressing and it sort of makes me hate my job more and more every day.”
He nodded in understanding. “Look man, we’re already working with some people in your field. Here’s my card. Call me if you want in.” he handed me his business card. I looked down at it and smile at him thankfully.
“Thanks man. Let me think about it and I’ll give you a call either way.” I assured him.
I didn’t want to come off too eager and jump right on the opportunity it would seem suspicious. The loyalty that we are supposed to have towards our fathers in this world is not something to question therefore, there has to be some considerable thought involved. Plus no one wants to deal with a person that wreaks of desperation.
I made my way home to find my girl there waiting for me. She was napping on the couch and I took a moment to stare at her sleeping form. I only lasted about 3 minutes before I walked over and planted a kiss on her forehead. She murmured incoherently and I chuckled and placed another kiss on her face.
Her eyes opened slowly. “Hey.” She mumbled.
I smiled. “Hey yourself. You hungry?” I asked.
She nodded. “Food… please.”
I rolled my eyes and made my way into the kitchen. I ordered us some pizza and we cuddled together for the rest of the day eating and talking. My feelings for her were growing at a rapid pace. I haven’t told her how I felt yet because I didn’t know how to form my feelings into words. I wanted to tell her so bad, but deep down there was a part of me that said she might not feel as strongly. To say that it would hurt to hear that she didn’t would be the understatement of the year.
I waited for two weeks before I made the call to Greg. I gave him the whole woe is me, rebellious speech I prepared over the days. He ate it up like he fool he is. He told me he would discuss with his people and get back to me. I needed a way to speed this up, and so I suggested that we can have an informal meeting of sorts. I could throw a little party or what not and they can all attend. His guys will get a chance to feel me out and then we can talk privately at some point. What this really meant was I had to kiss ass and show that I was worthy to be in their inner circle.
I haven’t thrown a party like this in a while. I had a nice guest list for the event however. I threw out my invites and knew that not one person would turn it down. I decided to use the penthouse for this. Cassie wanted to come, but I was adamant about her staying home. From the last incident it seems like someone was already onto her and it would probably throw red flags if they were to see her in attendance and on my arm. There was no way she would be here and the whole party wouldn’t know she was mine and off limits. It would throw all of our work out of the window. One it would look shady as she was chatting up Gerald at one point not too long ago and then thanks to me he missed out on his chance to sleep with her. Not to mention the fact she was supposed to be only my assistant with no personal ties. It would be weird to invite her to this type of party since this was not actual company business. Lastly, I just didn’t want her around these fuck heads or the other people that were going to attend. I didn’t know exactly what was going to happen but I could sure as fuck guess. It was worse than I thought to say the least.
The party was to begin at 8. I knew their type, sleazy… so I invited a few hoochies I knew that were always down for whatever as long as the guy had a few bucks in their pocket. You know the type… they only want men that they know could afford to spoil the shit out of them and they think by fucking their brains out that’s the ticket to their pockets. A few of them have tried it on me and I was very clear that shit was not an option before getting into their pants. It didn’t stop them at the end of the day from dropping their panties for me just to see if the rumors were true. They were never left disappointed, at least in the bedroom. I always kept my women satisfied.
The guys trickled in slowly and in about an hour, there were more women than they would be able to handle. All the guys we took note of plus an additional two were there except for Paul. That I could understand since he worked for me and if they said something I didn’t like I could at least do something to him. They were smart assholes I’ll give them that. There was every type for their entertainment. However, what I wasn’t banking on was the knock on the door at around 10pm. I swung the door open and standing in front of me were a few jock looking guys.
Greg came to the door and welcomed them in. My jaw was clenched so tight I’m sure I was on the brink of shattering a few teeth. I walked away from the door and made my way to the kitchen to poor me a strong drink. I filled my glass halfway with scotch and t
hrew the whole thing back. I knew they were expecting ass kissing but these assholes just took it to a whole new level. This was blatant disrespect. This was supposed to be a meeting of sorts and it seemed like they were turning this into a fucking frat party.
Everyone was getting wasted and fast. I was annoyed as fuck and had been drinking. I lost count of my drinks which wasn’t a good idea at all. I needed to remain focused but that was the only thing I could do to keep me from flipping my shit.
When everyone in the room was either intoxicated or fairly tipsy – myself included – the strippers had arrived. What the ever living fuck? I began drinking water at that point to try to stay on point. I was starting to see what this was all about. The drunker they became and the more I sobered I caught on. I continued to refill my glass with water while making it seem like it was vodka. Each time I refilled my cup I poured some vodka down the drain. I was aware that they were watching my alcohol consumption. They wanted me off, as people say the truth comes out when your drunk and they wanted a real feel on me. Too bad I was a champion player in this game. This is the time where you do shit where people could gain leverage over you… those pictures you don’t want to come out, that shit you did, that stupid as fuck thing you said.
The girls threw on some music and began their little strip tease. I wasn’t normally the type of man that liked strippers or the strip clubs. I didn’t need to pay for a woman’s company, but I was human and I was a man. When ass and tits were flaunted right in your face you looked and I’d never been one to pretend to be blind. Greg stumbled over to me and gripped my shoulder.
“Come on man… get in on the action.” He said.
I smiled and shook my head. “Nah, I’m good.”
He wasn’t excepting that. “Hey Sparkle. This is the host of the night let’s give him a treat.”
I groaned internally. I was supposed to be a single womanizer, the man I was before Cassie. He insisted that I take the seat front center and I obliged. They all hooted and hollered as she took off her clothes slowly and seductively. She dropped down onto my lap and began grinding against me. I put my hands on her and rubbed on her careful not to touch her anywhere too intimate. I already felt like a geezer but I had to play the role.
She threw her head back onto my shoulder and moaned. “You like that don’t you baby?” she purred as her hands traveled up my leg towards my crotch.
No fucking way I wanted her to touch me and if she did she’d see that no I didn’t like it. She didn’t trigger a single fucking twitch from my cock. I gripped her waist and changed her angle thwarting her roaming hand. I bit my lip and watched her the way I would when I wanted a bitch to come hither to me from across the room. When she was done with her little dance she stood and grabbed my hand motioning me to my feet.
“Let’s finish this party.” She said eyeing me like I was her favorite treat.
Fuck! This was not part of my damn plan. Just as she was trying to usher me out of the room Greg stopped her. “There’s time for that later.” He said. “We have some business to handle first baby.” The lust he had for her was written all over his face. Thank god. He was a cock blocker, sure. It was obvious he decided now was the time to talk because he wanted her for himself but I wasn’t complaining. I threw her a wink and turned to him giving him a nod. “Do you have somewhere we can chat?” he asked.
I motioned towards what used to be the study and he followed behind me with a handful of others in tow.
Cassie
Thump.
I rolled over in the bed startled. I saw Drayden’s side of the bed empty and I frowned. I looked over at the time and saw it was a little after 3 in the morning.
Thump. Came again followed by a low, “Shit.”
Ok so Ayde was home. I threw the covers back and made my way downstairs. I found Ayde stumbling around the living room. He was clearly drunk as he staggered and banged into just about everything. I sighed and shook my head.
“Ayde?” I called out.
He froze and then spun around. It took a few seconds for his eyes to focus but when they seemed to he broke out a huge goofy smile. “Hey sexy. I was looking for you.”
I put my hands on my hips and cocked my head. “Down here?” I asked.
He nodded frantically. “You like sleeping on this couch.”
I rolled my eyes and walked towards him. He opened his arms for me clumsily and I fell into them letting him hug me. I put my head on his chest and instantly pulled back. “What the hell is that?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
My eyebrow went up. “You smell like cheap perfume Drayden.”
He sighed and plopped down onto the couch. “Oh that’s probably Sprinkle, Startle, whatever her name was. Some stripper those losers made dance for me.”
I saw red. “You were with strippers?” I asked.
He nodded. “They were horrible Cass. I hated it, they weren’t you. My cock didn’t like them either.”
I shook my head, what the shit was he talking about. “I’m not following.”
“They had strippers and they made her dance for me. She tried to take me to the room but I didn’t go. She was real pretty Cass but I didn’t like her. None of the girls are beautiful like you. Let me touch you, I missed you.”
Jesus. He was wasted and he was just running his mouth. I got the point though, they bought in strippers, he got a lap dance, she wanted to fuck but he didn’t. Was I mad? Very. Did I blame him? Honestly, no. It reminded me a lot about what I went through with Mavorik at the party.
I took a seat next to him on the couch and he grabbed me pulling me to straddle his waist. He gripped my ass forcefully and moved my body so that I was grinding on him. I felt him go from 0 – 10 in seconds. He was at full mass and he was moaning like he was deep inside me. I was turning to mush in his hands as well. I wanted him inside of me. The rubbing was a teasing torture.
He leaned forward and bit my neck. “Let me inside you baby.” He coaxed.
I had on nothing but his t-shirt so it wasn’t hard for me. I shifted back so that I could unfasten his pants and pull down his zipper. I freed him from his pants and without a second thought sat up and slid down his hard length all the way to the hilt in one swift motion. His groan was animalistic and I couldn’t help myself. I let loose and rode him hard and fast. He began pumping upwards meeting my thrust and I wasn’t long before we were both exploding.
When his breathing turned to normal I ran a hand through his hair. “Come, let’s go to bed.” I told him.
He got up slowly and with my help we made it to the bedroom. He stripped naked and climbed into the bed. He was snoring before I even had the blanket around me. I settled myself into the bed beside him and shook my head. “Drunky.”
I felt his arms wrap around me and he tugged me across the bed into his arms. “I love you Cass.” He murmured into my ear.
My body froze and I wondered for a second if I was imagining it. His snoring resumed and I didn’t know what to think. Did he mean it? I sure hope he did.
I snuggled deeper into him. “I love you too Ayde.” I whispered hoping that this would not be some horrible trick in the morning.
Chapter 14
Drayden
I stupidly told Cassie that I loved her when I was in my drunken stupor. She froze in my arms but never responded. I tried to stay awake to finish whatever the hell I was trying to get at but sleep overcame me. It’s been three weeks and not a word has been said about it. The four letter word hasn’t been uttered again and she seems more guarded ever since. I knew it might’ve been too early to say those words to her but word vomit is a son of a bitch when under the influence.
We’d gotten the rest of what we needed that night at the party and last night we finished our folder. What we had in here would, without a doubt, pull them all under the jail. They were facing some serious charges… all of them, and pretty soon five people in my company will be fired and escorted out of the building pending charges
themselves, Paul included.
The next court date was scheduled for tomorrow and I was both anxious and excited. We’ve been able to remain below the radar after the first incident and no one seems the wiser. Cassie and I were still keeping our relationship under wraps, at least until this was all said and done.
Cassie wasn’t feeling too great so she left before me. When I got home she was cuddled up on the couch watching TV. I plopped down beside her and the silence in the room was deafening. That four letter word has been hanging over heads like end was near and neither one of us dared to address the huge elephant in the room. I didn’t like things awkward between us but I was too big of a pussy to address it. Instead we spent the night watching TV doing mundane things and pretending like everything was just peachy.
As we made our way to the courtroom at noon the following day Cassie was a mess of nerves. “Cass, you need to relax. The stress isn’t good for either one of you. Everything will be just fine.” I promised her.
She sighed. “Right, I know but this is what we’ve been working so hard for you know? What if they laugh in our faces or don’t believe us?” she asked.
I shook my head. “There’s one thing that the courts do correctly for the most part and that’s going through facts. They can’t simply ignore what we have here.”
She frowned. “How can you say that? You don’t know that for sure, what if they have the judge or whatever in their pocket?”
I took her hands in mine. “I know because I won’t let that happen. This is no longer a secret, the place is going to be swarming with paparazzi and news people from every station and magazine. There’s no way this can be ignored. The actual courtroom will be private, but what I say outside to them or show them won’t be ignored. Listen, there’s no way they’re going to be able to get themselves out of this.” I reassured her.
The grip she had on my hand tightened. “I trust you.”
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