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“Oh, hey King,” Mike said, walking into his office.
Keeping my eyes closed, I said, “You shouldn’t be unloading that truck by yourself, old man.”
“I’ve got your old man right here, asshole.”
I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that Mike was doing something lewd. The man was a former Marine like me, so I could easily guess what he just did. Chuckling, I just replied, “Better not let Beth see you do that. Might give her ideas.”
“You leave my woman out of this. I satisfied her just fine this morning.”
Sighing, I looked over at him and scowled. Mike was a big man and though he was knocking on sixty years, the man didn’t look a day over forty-five. “Sure, about that, because I just put a pretty smile on her face just mere minutes ago.”
Mike groaned. “I wish you would stop doing that. You drive her crazy every time, man. You know she started a college fund for your future kid. At this rate, your imaginary kid will have its first semester paid for by the end of the year.”
I laughed at that. “Gotta have a woman first, Mike.”
“Oh, you have plenty of those King. Just no one willing to keep you honest.”
“It’s not me that needs to stay honest. Besides, I don’t need a woman. Got plenty of pussy at the club to scratch my itch. Besides, women are nothing more than trouble.”
“Don’t I know it? Sarah called last night and informed me that instead of hunkering down with her studies, she wants to spend the summer abroad with her friends. Something about traveling broadens the mind.”
“So, when does she leave?”
“At the end of the semester,” he muttered.
I laughed, getting to my feet. Mike was just like all the other pussy whipped suckers I knew. One pretty face and they became useless. Didn’t matter if it was their wife or daughters. I would never understand them. Throwing my empty coffee cup in the trash, I stretched, then said, “Give Sarah the money that Beth’s been saving for my imaginary kid. Tell her I said don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Mike narrowed his eyes. “That isn’t helping.”
“Better she goes and gets it all out now than when she’s shackled to some deadbeat she regrets marrying.”
“Fine,” Mike said, then pointed his finger at me. “But if she comes back pregnant, I am dropping her ass off at your front door.”
I had just made it to the door when Mike added, “One of these days, King, the right woman will show up and drive you bat-shit crazy. Mark my words.”
“When pigs fly, asshole.”
Chapter Two
Bailey
My earliest memory was of my mother crying. I don’t know why she was crying, only that she was. My last memory of her was her body being lowered into the ground. My grandmother standing next to me cursing her ill fortune and my absentee father to hell and back.
Those two memories pretty much summed up my entire childhood. Sadness and death. So, it was no shock to anyone when I turned eighteen, I left. Not once did I ever look back. I didn’t need to because I was damn sure no one was there begging me to come back.
I’d been on my own now for four years. In my first year on my own, I traveled around a lot. I saw a great many things and some things I never wanted to see again. I met people who were nice, who only wanted to help. I met people who offered to help, but only if there was something in it for them. Then there were the greedy fucks. Those bastards only cared about themselves. But it was ones who played at being something they weren’t, well, those posers who claimed to be something they weren’t then got butt hurt when things didn’t go their way. Those motherfuckers were the worst.
Nope, people were just people.
Nothing special.
Some people tried to do the right thing, while others did what they wanted and prayed they didn’t get caught. That’s probably why I didn’t trust anyone. It didn’t matter who they were. Deep down, everyone had an agenda.
I learned that lesson early in life.
The only person I could trust was myself. Not saying all people were bad, just that most were not worth the effort. Trust went both ways, or so they say, but I wasn’t going to put my faith in anyone just to get burned in the end. I would rather blame myself for my own failures than to rely on someone else only to be disappointed because they couldn’t deliver. That’s probably why I didn’t have any close friends, family members, boyfriend or lover that I could depend on.
Trust was a meaningless word.
