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Reaching my hand out, I stroke his cheek with my thumb. “You know we've been a little short on staff lately, and I know this side of the business better than Tyson does.”
“Time for you to stop being so damn good at your job then,” he quips, snatching his pills from the counter. Sitting at the table, the chair scrapes against the floor as he scoots closer. The tips of his fingers run over each pill before he swallows them one by one with his smoothie.
Running a hand through my hair, I join him and sit across the way. Sipping on my drink, I lean back in my chair. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Fine,” he answers too quickly. He isn't too happy about how our day is going so far.
“We'll be together again by the end of the day. The same way an old married couple is after going off to work in the morning. We’ll even sit and do a crossword puzzle together after dinner.”
A smile cracks on his face. “Except I don't see a ring on my finger.” He flexes out his hand. “So it won't be anything like that.”
“You want a ring on your finger?” I arch a brow.
His gaze drops to his spreading digits. “Maybe one day but not necessarily now.”
“How about tonight I put one on your cock instead then?”
He perks up in his seat. “Don't make promises you can't keep.”
Scooting closer so we’re side by side, my hand falls on his knee and my fingers inch toward his cock. “I never do.”
Twenty-one
Enrico
Pulling up in front of the club, Fernando squeezes my fingers, his eyes reminding me of his promise from earlier. “I'll see you soon,pequeño.”
“You will,” I say firmly, holding him to his words. “Have a good day at work and I'll see you later, sugar lumps.”
He tosses his head back, laughing. “Later, mi dolor en el culo.”
Glaring his way, I push open the door and his laughter fades behind me. He doesn't leave until I'm safely inside, and hearing him drive away behind me leaves a hollow sensation in my chest.
“Buenos días, Enrico,” Tyson says, walking my way. “You're going to be on your best behavior, I presume.”
“For most of the day at least.”
“One thing is for certain, I won't be accepting any drinks from you.”
“That's a shame, I make a mean cocktail.” I tug on my jacket, cocking my head. “Just ask Ricardo. It really hits hard, doesn't it, Ricky? Knocks you right off your feet and into the tub.” I wink.
Ricardo is fuming and instead of responding back, he disappears to the back of the club.
“Pretty sure Ricardo is scared of you and that says a lot. Usually nothing gets to him.”
“Happy to hold up my reputation.” A smile plays on my lips as I walk toward the back to the opposite side Ricardo retreated to. “I'll be in my office most of the day, occasionally checking on the orders being packaged.”
“I'll be out here.”
I don’t hate Tyson but he isn’t exactly my favorite person either. It's hard to be friends with the man who fucked your mom on your parents’ anniversary. My dad isn't exactly a saint but he had been fully dedicated to their marriage and never strayed until he officially ended their relationship. All my mom did was try her best to hurt him. She always loved her children though and was there as much as she could be.
I think of her often. Remembering her comforting hugs and famous posole makes me miss all the good memories I had with my sister even less. It was cruel what she put my mom through during her last moments of life.
My mom wasn't perfect and made mistakes but so did the rest of us. Despite her disloyalty and cruelty toward my dad, she raised us, showing a warmth my dad never knew from any of his parents. It's no surprise he turned out the way he did. Still, he could always be worse. He could have become his own father.
Fumbling with the bottom of my jacket, I enter my office and plop down in my chair. Spinning around a few times, I prepare my mind by staring into space before opening my laptop. Checking my email, I sort through all the important ones and then look in on everyone in the back room. The day goes by slowly, which isn't a bad thing. It means no issues presented themselves and everything was running smoothly on all ends.
As I'm about to leave for home, I check my phone to see when Fernando will be here. When I read my last few messages from him and my dad, my hand squeezes around the phone to keep from smashing it against the ground.
