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“That’s insane,” I breathed. “Aaron Steele, here…” My breath fogged up a patch on the window in front of me. “Better enjoy it while you can.”
Olivia nodded. “Yeah, it won’t last. I’m surprised it’s lasted this long.”
I nodded. Aaron Steele didn’t only have a reputation of being one of the wealthiest men in town. He also had a reputation for having a return rate of his women quicker than the public library dished out and got back their books. He wasn’t an outright player––he was discreet enough that there wasn’t ever a scandal surrounding him, but he had a different woman on his arm for most social events.
Aaron Steele was a lot of things, which made women fall at his feet in worship, hoping they would be the ones who actually stuck it out with him.
“I love this job,” Olivia said with a sigh, stepping away from the window when Aaron Steele turned to leave after paying.
“Why can’t I find a man like that?” I asked. “Can you imagine what life would be like if I had a man like that, and I didn’t have to worry about anything at all?”
“So, get yourself a man like that. You’re pretty enough,” Olivia said and walked back to her cooking station.
I rolled my eyes. “And be a trophy wife? No, thanks. I don’t just want to sit on a shelf and look pretty. I want to make something of myself.”
Olivia nodded.
“So, make something of yourself.”
She said it like it was so simple.
2
AARON
TheCavaliersHeadquartersbustledon a Thursday evening, and I sat back on one of the Chesterfield leather couches. The atmosphere was great. Almost all the Cavaliers––men who belonged to the same club since college––were present, drinking and talking and laughing. Some sat on the couches, arranged in intimate circles in the middle of the room. Others collected in groups around the bar, puffing on cigars and discussing market shares or their latest investments and purchases.
When everyone had as much money as we did, we talked about it all the time.
I sipped my whiskey and groaned.
“This is good shit,” I said, swirling the amber liquid in my glass.
“You always say that,” Gunner laughed.
“It’s always good shit,” I said with a shrug. “After a long day at the office, I want to come out here and drink good shit and spend time with good people before I go home.”
“I’ll drink to good people,” Noah said and lifted his glass of whiskey to mine. We clinked the glasses together, and each took a sip.
“You guys are a bunch of pussies,” Gunner said, shaking his head.
“Says the guy drinking light beer.”
“Hey, I’m training again,” Gunner said. He patted his gut. “Maddison got me this personal trainer, and I’m supposed to watch what I drink.”
“Does she also tell you what to wear?” I joked.
“Hey, fuck you, man,” Gunner said happily. “There comes a point in life where things like that are fine. You know, happy wife, happy life.”
“It’s true,” Noah stuck up for Gunner. “When you’re single, and you make your own choices, it’s one thing, and everyone loses their shit when a woman suggests something else, but it’s not just a big deal. They know better, anyway. Ava also knows what she’s doing, and I listen to her.”
I rolled my eyes, flicked my hand in the air, and made a whipping sound with my mouth.
“You’re both pussy-whipped.”
Noah and Gunner both laughed.
“You’ll get there one day and realize how things work.”
