Chapter 4 – That’s a Sure Deal.
Why the fuck am I here?
This place is a fuck fest of desperate women and wannabes.
It’s a fucking dive. Remind me never to let Colton talk me into this shit again.
We have a big meeting tomorrow we should be prepping for. But I let thefucktardtalk me into discussing it at Club Malibu. “It’s the grand opening man, kill two birds with one stone.”
Dick.
It’s the same old shit, doesn’t matter where you go, if you’re old-money elite like me, the girls see cruises around the Caribbean and lavish apartments looking down on Central Park. They all come out, pretending to be having a wonderful time, when really, we’re a meal ticket out of the helpless life they live.
“I didn’t bring you here to sulk like a child in the corner. We’ve prepped enough to close the deal for tomorrow, now have a drink,” mycousin snaps at me and pushes another whiskey in my direction.
“Fuck you”is the best I can come up withbefore I down my bourbon.
Glancing around the packed-out club, I spot two girls on the dance floor grinding against each other. The blonde is wearing a tight-fitted purple dress, and the other is in a blackmid-length silk dress slit up the side, showing legs for days, with the prettiest red hair I’ve ever seen.
Jesus.Hotbut kind of asking for unwanted attention. It solidifies my point about this place.
But thatredhead, notbad at all. That dress doesn’t leave me much to the imagination.
“I’ll take out the purple dress, if you like,” Colton pipes up next to me, pulling me out of my trance on theredhead.Trust him to follow my line of sight.
I watch the girls for a little while longer. They finish the grand finale on the dance floor with the “Conga” and are heading to the bar.
“I’m going in on theredhead, take out the purple dress if needed,” I bark out to Colton.
We, as I said earlier, were made to work for things. Well, truth is I kind of lied a little, the one thing I’ve never needed to work for, thanks to my looks and bank, is women.
That’s a sure deal.