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CHAPTER ONE
NOAH
I’m bored and don’t want to be here. Why did I let them talk me into coming?
I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t been able to spend time with my brothers outside of work. They’ve been riding me for weeks to go out, and they finally wore me down. I broke. Never should have let it happen.
We’re in the VIP section of the Ruins, where anything goes for those who can afford it. And we can afford it.
Blake and Rob sit across from me, each with a girl on their laps. And each of a certain type: blonde, big-chested, full-lipped, both wearing next to nothing. They’re also easy and know the score—because they’ve been told—there are no promises. We’re here to have a good time, and that’s it. No strings attached. They always agree.
I’m on the couch across from them with a girl on either side of me, both willing to do anything. But I’m not feeling it. Not in the mood.
That’s because my head is back at the office going through numbers on whether we should purchase a luxury hotel in Atlantic City. It’s an important deal. I shouldn’t be here.
The girl on my right puts a hand on my thigh, hoping to gain my attention. She’s everything I look for in a companion: ready, willing, and able. She settles her hand on my cock and massages.
I stop her. “Not tonight.”
She studies me with disbelief, then nibbles my ear and whispers, “You want me to go down on you? I’ll suck you like a vacuum.”
Not that long ago, it would have taken me a half a second to accept her offer, but now I’m not interested.
I push myself off the couch and head for the exit.
“Hey,” the girl hollers.
Then one of my brothers calls, “Noah!”
I don’t look back and walk out the door and past the line of people loitering to get in.
My driver, Ted, is patiently waiting outside the club. “Mr. Dalton.” He opens the back door of the town car.
“Thanks, Ted.”
I glide in, and he closes the door, scurrying around the hood of the car and hunkering down behind the wheel.
“Take me home, Ted.”
I don’t miss the cocked eyebrow he gives me before pulling into traffic. “What? It was too loud in there. The noise gave me a headache.” He probably wants to know the real reason why I’m leaving so early. I’m not going to tell him.
He casually mentions I work too hard and that maybe I should take some time off. “Does a person good, you know?” Like I have time. I unlock my phone and check for messages. I might be getting too old for this.
In my mid-twenties, I could go all night and be ready for work the next day, easy. Now I’m in my thirties and would rather spend a quiet evening at home reading a book or watching sports.
I lean my head back against the seat. I need to relax. Maybe a lifestyle change is in order. Vacation? We’ll see in another twenty years.
At the moment, I’m working on too many things. Plus, there’s my mother’s birthday coming up. Need to stay the course. Maybe when some of the bigger projects are finished, I’ll take time off. Maybe.
What I should do is hand off more responsibility to my brothers. They’re ready. I’m just having a hard time giving it up. Control issues? I don’t know. Dad’s always telling us not to forget about family. That work isn’t all there is. But, hey, he isn’t always right.
The car rolls to a stop in front of my building. Ted puts it inParkand reaches for the handle.
“I got it, Ted,” I tell him, and pop the back door. “I’ll be working from home tomorrow, so take the day off.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Enjoy your Saturday off.”
