Misbehave: A Navy SEAL Romance

by Tia Siren

  “It’s a waste. You should do something exciting. Look at me; I’m doing something positive while we are off.” Nancy donned her red and yellow Papino’s cap.

  “I don’t want to belittle you or anything, but why would I want to work when my Dad has all that money, just sitting there calling my name? Anyway, there is no way you would catch me wearing a uniform like that and selling corndogs,” I said as I lay on my bed. “I think we should keep the apartment for the summer. It saves us a hassle, and it’s super convenient.”

  “I can’t afford to pay rent. Why do you think I’m working?” Nancy said as she removed her uniform and faced me. She looked pissed off.

  “Not to worry; Dad can cover it. It’s only three months anyway,” I said. “Come on then, get dressed and I’ll treat you to ice cream.”

  Just as I had decided to treat Nancy, I called Kelly and Donna and told them to meet us at the ice cream parlor; we needed a final bit of bonding before we split up and they headed home for the summer.

  We took the short walk to the promenade and headed toward the small shop. I looked out toward the ocean and saw the wind kicking up some radical waves, and that reminded me that I should call Chip and see how he was doing.

  We entered the ice cream parlor and saw Kelly and Donna seated by the window. We snuck up behind them.

  “Who’s a bitch!” I shouted as I slammed my hands cheekily on Donna’s shoulders.

  “God, you scared me to death,” Donna replied in a muffled voice.

  “So, what’s everyone having? My treat,” I said as I looked at the menu. “Just remember me when you get home to your folks.” I waved to the woman serving.

  “Yes, can I take your order please?” beamed the waitress as she scribbled on her pad.

  “One banana split, two chocolate overloads, and one coffee-toffee please,” I said.

  “Okay sure. Just a few minutes and your order will be ready,” the waitress said before she scuttled off back to the counter.

  We were chattering about the summer break and what we were doing as the waitress approached again. The dishes of food were humongous and would definitely take some time to eat. We started to work our way through our treats; I took a piece of banana and slipped it into my mouth.

  “Ah, watching you slide that banana in your mouth has just reminded me…” Kelly said with a grin on her face. “Why did you break up with Russell?”

  “Easy answer. He was totally shit in bed. Talk about unadventurous. I had to show him how to do everything. Oh, and he had a small offering,” I replied cheekily as I munched on a ripe cherry.

  Nancy sighed. “You have had god knows how many guys from around campus, and you have said the same thing about them all—that they are boring in the sack. Elizabeth, is there no one who will fulfill your womanly needs?”

  “I like to take charge, but come on, surely one of them can take the lead and satisfy this great body,” I replied with a laugh as I ran my hands down my curvy body.

  “You're just too easy, or maybe you just like to sample everything,” Kelly retorted as I dipped my spoon into her dish. “A prime example; you're stealing my ice cream!”

  “Life is just too damn short to take seriously. We should take advantage of this time and sample everything that San Diego has to offer. I mean, we are only young once you know,” I replied with a wink.

  I chatted more with Kelly, Nancy, and Donna about student life and how we should sample a few more things before we left college. I knew it was an opportunity for us to explore new things before we started to think about careers and families and all that. I mean, all of those things would ‘arrive on our doorstep’ before we realized what hit us.

  “It’s easy for you to say though, Elizabeth. Your dad is stinking rich, and you can just have whatever you want in life. Presto! Click your fingers, and it’s yours.” Donna clicked her fingers to mock me.

  “I’m no different than any of you. We are all the same inside; it’s just that I have the luxury of having a dad who is a prick and under the influence of alcohol most of the time. But that hasn’t changed me,” I said.

  “You wouldn’t know the difference. You have never been in our situation,” Donna said. “Take Nancy for example. She has to wear that stupid uniform for Papino’s and sell corndogs for eight hours a day just to help pay her way through next semester.”

  “You’re a bunch of bitches. You know that?” Nancy replied. “Elizabeth said I looked okay in my uniform!”

  I tried to hold back a laugh as I covered my mouth.

  “Oh, come on, don’t tell me you were lying to me about the uniform,” Nancy said. “You’re a fucker of a roommate and a best friend; you know that?!”

  “Actually, I admire you for getting a job. I have the hard part of just lying on the beach for three months. Hmm, and watching all the studs ogle my curves as they walk past me. Oh, life is very tough,” I replied with a huge grin as I pushed her in jest.

  We chatted more about college life and how we could set the night life of San Diego on fire. Then we spoke about how things would be different. We sat and looked at the sun settle over the horizon and decided to call it a day. Nancy and I headed back home to our apartment, and the other two girls strolled in the opposite direction to check out the stores.

  “Nancy, I really am proud of you for getting that job. I know I make fun of the uniform, but you are a good girl and a great friend. Just make sure no one tries to take advantage of you, okay?” I said as I linked my arm through hers.

  “Well, I try to model myself after your attitude and be a little more dominating. I mean, you never seem to let anyone tell you what to do, no matter who they are,” Nancy replied.

  “You just have to remember, most of the time you have something they want, especially the guys. And you can control them once you know their weakness. It’s quite simple really. Just believe in yourself a little more,” I said.

  We arrived back at the apartment, and Nancy told me she had to pop out to see her new boss about work. I thought I would take advantage of some quiet time and call Chip, my beloved big brother, and see what he was up to. I sat on the couch, grabbed a huge cushion, and held it close to my chest as I picked up the phone and dialed Chip’s number.

  “Hello,” Chip said on the other end of the line.

  “Hey, Chip. It’s Lizzy. How you been doing?” I asked.

  “You know, super busy at work with the new surgery. Not that it’s ever much different. It was the same when I worked at the hospital,” he said. “So to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

  “No real reason. I was walking to the ice cream parlor, and I saw that the wind had kicked up some rad waves and I thought of you.” I pulled the cushion deeper into me to comfort by full belly.

  “So, Lizzy, you going home for the summer?” Chip asked.

  “Nah. It would be boring. Dad would be at work, and I would be stuck in the house all day. It’s much better to stay here and kick back and have some fun for a while,” I said. “And at least we can hook up when you’re free, and you can teach me how to surf. That way you can get some sun on your blond hair and tan that fit body of yours.”

  “Come on, Lizzy, you know we hang out quite a bit. It’s not like we are a million miles apart, you know.”

  “Yeah, I know, but I have school and you have work, so we never have the chance to totally kick back and have some fun for more than a few hours,” I said with a sigh, missing him.

  “So, if you’re not going home to visit Dad, does this mean you are getting a summer job?” he asked.

  “Oh, hell no. I have three months to relax on the beach and make the most of it. Throw some shopping in here and there, and then I’ll be as happy as anything,” I replied, smiling to myself.

  “You should look for a job you know, Lizzy. At some point, you will have to. I mean, look at all the effort I had to put in to get where I am now, and I’m just on the bottom rung in the profession,” he said in a serious tone. “I take it you h
ave no plans at all then to visit Dad over your break.”

  “Like hell I have. He was never there for me, so I shouldn’t be that bothered about him,” I replied as I hugged my cushion. “As long as there is money on my credit card, that’s as close as I want to get to him.”

  “You shouldn’t be like that. He’s the only dad we have, and he’s going through a rough time,” he said, sounding a little concerned.

  “It’s probably of his own doing. You know whatever bad happens to him is because of his actions or some crappy decision he’s made.”

  “Well, to be honest, I saw him not so long ago, and he looked bad. He was hitting the bottle pretty hard while I was there,” Chip said. “I asked him what was wrong, and he said it was just work and it would all sort itself out soon.”

  “See, I told you. He’s put his foot in it at work again. You know he’s a pussy and can’t face up to facts or defend himself,” I said. “And don’t forget what his job is; investment banking is high risk with high rewards. He’s to take the rough with the smooth. It’s not all going to be on the up and up all the time.”

  Chip sighed. “I know that, but the way he was drinking was different. It was like he was drinking—well, it was like watching someone trying to drink themselves to death. Suicide by the bottle, if you know what I mean,” he said. There was a change in his tone that made me feel a bit off.

  “I wouldn’t read too much into it. These investment bankers need to drink to get them through the day. I mean, your nerves must be shattered when you are dealing with millions of someone else’s money,” I said plainly.

  “Anyway, I think you should try to see him at some point and show you have some concern for his welfare, or at least show him that he still has a daughter,” Chip said.

  I thought about Dad and his condition, but he was Dad. Dads were supposed to be able to conquer anything. That was the way it always was. He worked his way up and “conquered the world,” so to speak, and I was sure that whatever state he was in, he wouldn’t listen to me. I was certain it wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference to the situation.

  “Maybe I’ll go toward the middle of my break. I may be bored of the beach by then,” I said.

  “It shouldn’t be taken lightly, and it’s just not because I’m a health worker. I’m concerned about him, Elizabeth.”

  “I stopped with the concerned daughter part when I realized all he thought about was Gold Diamond Enterprises. I mean, he lost all thought and concern for me and just concentrated on his career and the money. It’s just karma. Hey, and as long as my credit card is full, that’s good enough for me,” I said, using an assertive tone. “It’s not like he gives a shit about me, anyway. He chose his career over both of us a long time ago.”

  “Lizzy, I’m not sure what to do with you. Maybe you are like Dad a little too much, or maybe you try your hardest to be totally different than him. It’s not his fault that Mom died in childbirth with you, so you can’t hold him responsible for that, you know.”

  “I have never held him responsible for that. It’s the job he put first before us. I needed him then, and he was never there, Chip. So, I had to stand on my own two feet. Do you know what that’s like for a girl of my age?” I asked in a disgruntled tone to sound my truth.

  “Well, enough on that subject over the phone. We could talk about it forever and never reach a solution,” Chip said.

  “So, Chip, you gonna give me a call when you’re not working and show me how to hang ten or walk the dog then?” I loved spending time with him.

  “Yep. I’ll do that. And at least I’ll know you are doing something useful rather than just being a beach bum for all of your break,” he replied.

  “Hey, I won’t be just any beach bum, you know. I’ll be the classiest beach bum, and the one who has the best tan, the sexiest body, and the coolest brother in the world!” I replied, giggling. “Talk to you soon, Chip. Good night.”

  “Good night, Lizzy. I love you, you know.”

  “Yep. I’m so cool that how could you not?” I forced a happy sound, though I didn’t at all really believe the words coming out of my mouth. Cool was a stretch…a big one.

  Chapter 2

  Charles

  I sat with my feet on the windowsill and thought back to how it had all started and how I’d gotten where I was today. It was all grit, hard work, and determination on my part. I wasn’t one of those kids born with a silver spoon in their mouth or one who inherited a company or a fortune. No way. I’d dragged myself up from the street with my street smarts and a will to succeed.

  I had been asked a million times what the secret to my success was, and on every occasion, I had no real secret to share. I had paid attention and learned my trade. I had learned life’s lessons early on. Ever since my parents had died, I’d only had myself, and that had been good enough for me.

  I’d had jobs as a kid that I wasn’t proud of, but I would have done anything to earn a crust, and I had learned from all of it. I had watched, I had listened, and I had paid attention; I had paid a fucking lot of attention. I soon realized you could learn a lot from paying attention, and so I read newspapers; I listened to the guys talking while I buffed their shoes; I listened to the guys I used to run errands for. Hell, I even used to listen to the women who I carried groceries for, and I found out that everyone was full of information, and they never even realized how useful a lot of it could be.

  I looked out the window. Actually, I do have a secret about what made me successful…you just have to pay attention to everything.

  I had used all of life’s skills as I’d worked my way up from nothing. I’d had crappy jobs in stuffy post rooms. I’d been a busboy and had done many other jobs you could imagine, but they had all served a purpose. They gave me lessons, and they gave me money!

  Come to think of it, I had had no real schooling and hadn’t been the most intelligent kid in class when I’d gone, but I’d probably been the smartest; street smart that was, not book smart. I wasn’t sure why, but the finance pages had always held a fascination for me, and how companies could deal with so much money and never seem to do any real work. It had wowed me because it was smart.

  I had not chosen to go into finance; I had always thought it had chosen me. The industry needed a leader, a person it could grow to love and hate in equal proportion, and I surely had my fair share of both in my business life. The government had been on my back and up my ass on many occasions for reputed insider trading. But not me, no way. I just paid attention and listened, or I had someone listen for me. You would be surprised how keen some people were to share snippets of information with you just to get in your good graces. So, what kind of person would I have been if I didn’t take advantage of their good nature? It made me successful!

  “Mr. Dillon. Excuse me, Mr. Dillon,” Lyndsay said from behind me.

  “What,” I replied as I lowered my feet from the windowsill.

  “Your ten o’clock is here. They are in the boardroom,” she replied frantically.

  “Who is this again?” I replied in a flat tone.

  “The lawyers for Harper Smith and Sons. They have come with their deal for the company buyout,” she replied, looking a bit stressed.

  I hated companies who thought they could take advantage of their situation. I may have wanted to buy them out, but there was no way I would pay over the odds. Not unless the bigger picture required it.

  “Just go in with Mikey and offer them twenty-five million. That generous offer will be on the table until the end of the day, and if they are unhappy with it, that’s their problem,” I said in a commanding tone.

  “Okay, sir. I’ll come back and report shortly,” she said as she scurried off to get Mikey.

  I found Lyndsay to be a good secretary, but at the end of the day, that was all she was. I had girls bending over backward to fill her position, so I had to keep her on her toes when it came to work. She handled everything well, considering her chosen anxiety level.

 
; I looked at the clock. Lyndsay and Mikey should only take ten minutes to wrap this deal up. There was no need for pleasantries, just ‘there you, go twenty-five million on the table, take it or leave it.’ It was as simple as that. The clock ticked on the wall, and at exactly twenty-five minutes past, Lyndsay returned to the office.

  “What took you so long?” I asked.

  “They wanted to—”

  “For fuck’s sake,” I said, cutting her off mid-sentence. “How many times do I have to tell you? There is no THEY; there is only us.”

  “I’m sor—”

  “Don’t fucking say it. Just don’t fucking say that you’re sorry. Did they take the offer?” I asked.

  “Yes, they did. They wanted thirty million. Mikey told them the deal would be twenty after the close of business today,” she replied as she bit her lip.

  “Good. Now back to your desk.” I waved her away with my hand.

  There was a knock at the door and in walked Jonathon. He had become my best friend. I had dragged him out of the gutter when I’d been on my way up. He had become a very useful ally and had learned a lot from me. Not everything I knew, but enough. Without a doubt, I could trust him with my life when it came to the company.

  “Yo, bro, how’s your morning?” he asked as he plopped his ass in the black leather chair.

  “Mr. Dillon to you, and don’t ever forget it,” I said with a smirk. “Mikey and Lyndsay just closed the deal for Harper Smith. Fucking twenty-five million,” I said as I clapped my hands.

  “Holy smoke. I don’t know how you do it. That was a hundred-million deal, easy,” he replied as he scratched his head.

  “I told you, just do your fucking homework. The Harper family has cash problems, and their total debt equals twenty million. They can all walk away debt free with a million in their pockets if this goes over right,” I said.

  “Right on. Street smarts strike again,” he replied as he played with my Rubik’s Cube.