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When I didn’t respond, he nudged my knee again.Our father interrupted what he was about to say when he announced that he was about to prayover the food. As soon as he ended the prayer, everyone started to dig in. The chef had prepared some of myfavorites, filet mignon and lobster tails.When I cut into the meat, it was so tenderthe that the juice spilled out,making me think of her.
“Mr. Dymon,your dick is so big.”
“And you taking it too.”
She shouldn’thave been that wet every time I pushed inside of her.
“Bite harder.Fuck. Squeeze my waisttighter, Mr. Dymon.”
The nerve of her to give me instructions like I wasn’tfuckingwhen she was still playing in dirt, but I obliged.I couldn’t help it. I was doing everything she told me to do.Fucking nastyass girl.
“I wanna choke on your dick, Mr. Dymon.”
Staring down at her while shegagged on my dick had me under a spell that only she’d be able to break.
“Cuminm—”
Diesel nudged me, making me look at him, and he nodded his head toward Dad.
“Dymon, your mother was talking to you?”
“My bad. Mind somewhere else.” I looked at my mom, who was getting ready to pick up her wine glass.
“So, Dymon, how is your new assistant going? She sounded like a sweetheart when I called, and you had her tell me that you weren’ttaking calls.Where she from?”
That was the shit thatpissed me offwith her. Why couldn’t she just askquestionswithout the passive-aggressiveshit? But that’s what she did, though. She’d rather starta fight, knowing that I’d leave, so I wouldn’t call herbullshitout.
“She does her job.”
“And she’s from a very beautiful, small place called Citrus Grove,” Denim added.“It’s where Roy and I went to try and reconnect. Lovely, very lively people.”
Her and Metri werestill extremely close, so I knew that she’d already told her that. She just wanted to make some raggedy ass conversation before she said the shit that reallypissed me off. I was waiting for it.
“How’s business?”
“It’s good. Can’t complain.” Ipicked up my glassof waterwhen sheinhaled and exhaled slowly.
Here it comes…
“So, a sex resort, huh?” She stabbed at a few greens on her plate. “How does thathelpthe brand when your nastya-s-s father could have bankrupted us because of that?”
My father sighed loudly, dropping his fork on the plate.
Out the corner of my eye, I saw Donavan repeating the letters to himself, making me grin because he was going to figure it out in a second.
“Whotold you that?Declan?” I looked at him.
His girl, Winter,started rubbing her temples.
“What youlookingat me for?”
I shrugged my shoulder.“Because you always running to her like she got a say so in anything I do in Danger Incorporated.” I looked at her. “Diesel did the numbers already. It could be a major addition to the brand. Keep it small.”
“Ass,” Donovan squealed.
“One of the girls who tried to sue your father tried to commit suicide, and you are talking about opening up a sex resort. What sense does that make right now?”
I pointed atbothof them. “Y’all stuff ain’t got nothing to do with me and my stuff.”
