Chapter 5
Brad
S hit, I’m such a fucked up asshole. I stare at the drink on the bar, but don’t see the amber liquid.
In fact, I don’t see anyone or anything inside Bemelmans because I’m deep in my own thoughts, reviewing what happened in my office last week.
Minnie was innocent, sexy, and irresistible as fuck.
Her wet little pussy came apart on my hand and goddamn, but when she was squeezing my fingers with her cunt, the convulsions were so powerful I thought she’d break my digits.
Immediately, I knew I was going to soak my dick in that tiny twat, stepdaughter or not.
But surprisingly, I haven’t consummated my relationship with Minnie yet.
It’s not because I don’t want to, but rather, a plan has begun to hatch in my mind.
I’ve called my friend Scott to join me, just to bounce the idea off him.
I’m not necessarily going to take the asshole’s advice, but it’s always good to get a second opinion before proceeding on a path of total destruction.
At that moment, someone pounds on my left shoulder.
“Yo bro,” Scottie greets. “What up? Why the long face?”
He seats himself on a bar stool, gesturing to the bartender, who immediately steps forward.
“Can I help you, sir?”
My friend contemplates for a moment.
“You got a house red?”
The man inclines his head, his black and white outfit immaculate.
“Certainly. I’ll get that for you immediately.”
Then, the bartender moves away as I raise an eyebrow at my friend.
“Seriously, house red? Since when do you drink wine, motherfucker?”
Scottie merely grins, flashing even white teeth.
He’s a good-looking asshole with dark hair and bronzed skin who gets a lot of female attention wherever he goes.
Fortunately, there aren’t too many women at the bar yet.
When it starts to fill up, they’ll be drawn to this motherfucker like bees to honey.
Meanwhile, my buddy shrugs.
“Bemelmans is known for its house red. They get it from Napa.”
I snort.
“This place isn’t known for its house red. This is a fucking cocktail joint, my friend, not a wine bar. And you know their house isn’t from Napa. It’s from Long Island, or some shit like that. Maybe even Oregon.”
Scottie merely nods as the bartender delivers his drink.
“Whatevs. I’m dating a new lady who appreciates her wine, so I need to study up on this stuff.”
I snort rudely.
“Well, this isn’t the place, but you do you, my friend. I’m not going to be the one holding you back.”
Scottie’s not offended by my words at all. He merely shrugs.
“So why the 9-1-1 text, my friend? What can Daddy Scottie do for you tonight?”
I smirk, but then my shoulders stiffen.
“It’s not an emergency, but yeah, I definitely have a conundrum on my hands.”
Scottie’s black brows go up as he sips at his wine.
“A conundrum? That’s a big word. There’s actually something the big bad CEO can’t handle on his own?”
I shrug.
“It’s not a work thing. Or it is, sort of. She’s an intern at Excel.”
Scottie snorts then, wine coming out of his patrician nose.
“An intern?” he howls while grabbing for a napkin. “Holy shit, bud, that’s young. But congratulations. You’re my hero for robbing the cradle.”
I shoot him a disgusted look.
“Yeah, she’s at my company for the summer, but it’s more than that. It’s my stepdaughter, Minnie.”
Scottie looks confused for a moment, his hand pausing as he wipes his mouth.
“Pardon me?”
“You heard me,” I grunt. “I want to fuck my ex-wife’s daughter, so I guess you could say she’s my ex-stepdaughter.”
Scottie guffaws a bit, unable to believe his ears.
“You’re fucking your ex-stepdaughter? Bud, this woman better be the hottest little slut on Instagram because why the fuck would you go there?
There are a billion other women you could fuck, so why do you have to shit where you eat?
Aren’t there any other hot pieces of ass at work?
In your neighborhood? Hell, even at this bar?
” he asks, gesturing to the developing crowd.
“No, because that’s the point,” I say in an even tone. “I want Minnie precisely because she’s Joelle’s daughter.”
Scottie stares at me, his expression disbelieving.
“No fucking way. Is this some kind of revenge scheme? Seriously bud, you’re losing it. You need to see a psychiatrist.”
I shrug.
“Yeah, that’s occurred to me. But you know Joelle’s fucking me over with the divorce, right? We’re legally separated, but she’s trying to get more than what the pre-nup says.”
Scott throws me a look.
“Yeah, and you should just give it to her too. What’s it to you, my man? You’re worth billions. Why quibble over a few million here and there? Throw her a bone and get rid of her. It’s that easy.”
I stare daggers at my best friend.
“Yeah, but it’s the principle,” I say in a tight voice. “We had a contract, and that shit matters. Why would I even get a pre-nup if it wasn’t going to be honored in court?”
Scottie snorts derisively.
“Yeah, but since when are you a man of principle? Please, bud. It’s me you’re talking to. I know you’re a motherfucker who’d fuck my mom if she was hot, consequences be damned.”
I hold up a hand.
“Okay you have a point,” I say in a tight voice. “But still. I don’t want to pay that bitch a cent more than we agreed on.”
My friend pauses for a moment before speaking.
“But is it worth it? I mean, Bradley, my friend, you’re losing perspective on this situation.
Your ex has your balls in her grasp, so you’re going to fuck her daughter as a part of some hare-brained revenge scheme?
You know as well as I do it’s only going to result in your balls being chopped off altogether. By the judge,” he states emphatically.
I nod grimly, staring at my drink. But then I speak again.
“But I’m going to do more than fuck Minnie. I’m going to knock her up.”
At that, Scott literally drops his wine glass so that it shatters on the floor, red liquid splattering everywhere.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he hisses as a busboy moves forward to clean the mess. We’re forced to the side as the young man mops, and I nod at the bartender in apology for my friend’s clumsiness. But Scott’s still talking because he thinks I’ve lost my mind.
“You have obviously lost touch with reality, my man. Are you fucking kidding me? You’re going to fuck your stepdaughter, and give her a baby? How would this even get back at your ex?”
I shrug.
“It’ll make Joelle into a grandmother,” I smirk. “It’ll remind her that she’s getting old, with fucking crow’s feet and menopause just around the corner.”
Of course, I don’t share with Scott my devastation about Joelle’s abortion. That situation is private and it still stings when I think of it, even in passing.
But Scottie’s on a roll now.
“You are certifiably fucking insane, you know that? But I like it. Crazy like a fox. Goddamn, no wonder you run an empire, because holy fuck, this is out of left field,” he whistles.
But then my bud straightens again. “So with the baby ... you’re going to become a dad? ” he asks with disbelief in his voice.
I shrug.
“Maybe. I guess.”
Scott shakes his head again.
“I guess? That’s not exactly a ringing endorsement of impending fatherhood. In fact, I’d say you’re against it.”
I shrug again.
“Kids are whatever. I was raised by a nanny, and I can pay for a nanny for my child as well. Plus, there’s also boarding school. I don’t plan on spending time with this child.”
Scott stares at me, his blue eyes piercing.
“But this is your flesh and blood,” he says in a pointed voice.
I shrug.
“I went to boarding school, and I turned out fine.”
Scott shakes his head before taking a swig of his new drink.
“You most definitely didn’t turn out fine,” he drawls. “You’re fucked up in the head, Brad. If anything, this proves it.”
I shrug.
“Maybe. Or Minnie could get an abortion if she wants. I won’t oppose it. It’s more for Joelle to know that I’ve knocked up her daughter. That’s what I’m going for, and once it happens, then we can walk it all back.”
But as soon as I utter the words, I know that there’s no way I would let Minnie terminate the child.
In fact, the thought of Minnie growing round and swollen with my child in her belly fills me with warmth.
I have a vision, suddenly, of the beautiful young girl standing at the stove, stirring something with her belly big with a baby.
Beside her, a tot bangs his spoon on a high chair, smiling toothlessly at his mother.
Warmth floods my chest at this vision, and I can see it: a houseful of kids, with Minnie smiling at me each time we look at each over the children’s heads.
But then I jerk forward, blinking with shock because what the fuck is going on?
Since when have I dreamed of a happy family, complete with a woman at the stove and kids underfoot?
The women I’ve dated in the past were always career minded.
Even Joelle has always worked full time as a nurse, and she did well professionally.
But now, I’m having visions of a goddamn summer intern pregnant with my babies. Holy fuck. Maybe I should see a therapist.
Meanwhile, Scottie’s shaking his head.
“You’re cold, motherfucker. Real cold. Don’t get me wrong because it’s not about the morality of abortion or any shit like that.
I fully support a woman’s right to do what she chooses with her body.
But this isn’t about that. It’s you who’s fucked up and who’s going to royally fuck up everyone around you. Including yourself.”
“Yeah, I know,” I say in a grim tone. “I never expect to come out of a war unscathed. But that’s why you should never pick a fight with me to begin with,” I add with a shrug. “Joelle knew that when we got married, and she’s the one who’s going to suffer the consequences.”
This time, Scottie chooses not to speak.
My friend merely sips at his drink again, still shaking his head while shooting me a contemplative look.
But I know he’s right. The path of total destruction I’ve chosen is only going to lead to pain and suffering for everyone involved, including me.
But the conversation has served its purpose because after talking it out with my friend, I know that I want Minnie pregnant . .. whether she’s ready or not.