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I thought for a sec.
“For the longest time, I did. I guess I still do to an extent. That’s why I want to repay my business partners, my dad’s partners’ sons. But Dad had done such a good job of hiding it; I don’t know how long it would have taken me to find the discrepancies. The business partners only found out by accident when the bank had called one day when they couldn’t get through to my dad. Guess it was a blessing that an end was put to it. But it was also the beginning of his being labeled a criminal.”
She shook her head. “That must have been horrible.”
“Still is. Causing nightmares and all. It’s funny. I haven’t had that dream in a long time.”
“Glad I was here to wake you.”
I pulled her close to feel those lush lips. They were comforting and a turn on all at once as evidenced by the way my hard cock.
We both had busy days ahead. But they could. The work would still be there.
* * *
I sent Nara home in an Uber since I liked to do a pass-through at the hotel on Sundays just to make sure the place was in decent shape after a busy Saturday night. As I settled into my office, my cell rang.
It was my attorney, Joe. Why was he calling me on a Sunday?
“Joe? What’s up?”
“Did you have a run-in with a guy named Simon Robinson last night?”
That English shithead.
“I did. He threatened my date, Nara. I slugged him.”
“Well, it seems he’s pressing charges.”
Oh, for chrissakes.
“That little fucker. You know what he’s doing to her—”
“Brodie, I don’t care what he’s doing to anyone. My job is to keep you out of trouble. Please don’t go hitting people.”
Goddamn. Why hadn’t I killed that little weasel? Well, because then I’d be headed to prison.
Just like my father.
“Brodie? Can I get your word? That you won’t go hitting anyone else?”
“Yes, Joe, of course. You’re right. I had a lapse in judgment.”
“Cool. Okay, I’m getting back to my Sunday. Tomorrow I’ll work on getting the charges dropped. Be a good boy.”
“Will do, Joe. Thanks for calling.”
Perhaps I’d had a lapse in judgment in trying to take care of Simon on my own.
Next time, maybe I’d have someone else handle him for me.
* * *
“Dalt.”
It was early to be calling my brother in San Francisco, but I needed to talk.
“Bro, what’s up?” he asked with a big yawn.
“Hey man, sorry I woke you,” I said.
“You okay? All good out there on the East Coast?” he asked me.
“Yeah. I suppose.” I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.
“I’m glad you called,” he said. “I think I’ve got some investors for you to talk to.”
I sat up straight in my chair. “Get the hell out. You’re kidding me.”
“No, man. They’re heavy hitters and they trust my judgment. I think they’d like to invest in a property in San Francisco and New York.”
My heart was pounding so hard it made my head hurt.
“Dude. Are you shitting me?” I asked.
“Put together a proposal, show off what you’ve done with Hotel Vertigo, and I think you’ll be able to sell them.”
“Holy shit, Dalt. You are fucking kidding me.”
My head reeled with the possibilities.
Maybe everything would be okay. Could I even hope?
It had been so long.
