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I have many investment opportunities, but at the moment, I focus on one in particular. I've never invested in or worked with this type of company.
Busy Bees Day Care caters to parents with longer work hours who need a place to care for their children while they are away.
Most day care employees are underpaid and overworked. In addition to offering more extended hours, they support paying their workers a living wage. They believe that well-paid employees do the best work. Some day cares have been under fire for how they treat the children. Busy Bees Day Care promises parents a safe environment where their children can learn and grow.
The owners also have an education plan that incorporates fun and learning. This will give the children a jump start on their education and make them more competitive in the job market when they are older. I'm impressed by the concept and how far this day care is willing to go for its employees and customers.
My team is still working on the marketing analysis to judge the company’s financial viability. It's a good and noble idea for day care, but experience tells me that those things don't necessarily make a company successful.
I spend hours pouring over the financials of this startup business. I read through all the documents, do some calculations, and then carefully consider if investing in it will benefit me. I'm always careful to weigh the risks and rewards before deciding.
Another bartender is behind the bar, and I order a burger and a third beer. Cindi hasn't been back. She is probably too busy wondering why I rejected her or scouring for her next victim.
I finish my burger and beer, and I'm still thinking about Busy Bees.
"Fuck it."
I shoot an email to the CEO and set up a meeting. My gut tells me this is a good investment, and I trust it. That's how I made my decision about Antonio's company. I didn't have a marketing team to analyze his company, and it was one of the best decisions I've ever made.
I finish my beer, close my laptop, and walk out of the pub.
Time will tell if it was a good decision or not. But I'm confident that I’m making the right move this time.
The beach house is quiet when I arrive. I put away my laptop, shower, and get ready for bed. I'm tempted to knock on Cassidy's door, but the last thing I want is for Antonio to see me coming out of his daughter's room in the middle of the night. I certainly don't need that drama. I’m not trying to ruin our friendship or be on the receiving end of one of his punches.
I lay in bed for thirty minutes, unable to sleep. Some fresh air may do me good. I grab one of the white robes, slip it on, make my way to the deck, and look out across the ocean. A full moon cast an ethereal light over the private beach, and I can make out a figure on the water's edge.
Cassidy.
Her auburn hair practically glows in the moonlight. She tosses her robe onto one of the lounge chairs and heads towards the water.
She's naked underneath the robe. My heart pounds, and my cock hardens at the sight of her tight body. I can't take my eyes away as she slowly wades into the water, her curves illuminated by the moonlight. Her movements are graceful, and I feel a pang of desire.
According to my brothers and parents, my life is a trainwreck, so this might not be the best idea. But I’m not afraid of a challenge. What’s life without a bit of risk?
I walk towards the water's edge.
7
Midnight Desire
Cassidy
IleaveIvanwithone of his conquests at the pub and head down the sidewalk walking nowhere in particular. I don't want to return to the beach house, but as the sun sets, it gets chilly. I duck into a shop, buy a cardigan and a book. Reading is my escape, and I need to escape Ivan.
I go to one of my favorite places on the island and sit on the weathered wooden bench.
The sun sets over the horizon, casting an orange-pink hue across the sky. I feel a cool breeze brushing against my face as I take a deep breath of salty ocean air. My sandals are next to me, and I dig my toes into the soft sand.
The scent of sea salt hangs in the air. Waves gently lap against the shoreline, creating a soothing melody. Birds chirp in the distance, and I can see seagulls flying overhead.
After reading a few chapters, I call Shae. I can always count on my best friend to talk some sense into me.
"I feel so stupid," I say on the phone to Shae after I tell her what happened. "He's a player and always has been." I swallow against the lump in my throat. The moment we shared in the museum felt genuine to me, but maybe that wasn't real either.
"Hey, you aren't stupid. You are the kindest, most generous person I know. You stayed with Brendan throughout college despite him being a pathetic excuse for a boyfriend."
I watch the waves crash. "You're right." Guilt tugs at me. "It wouldn't be that bad if he wasn't my dad's best friend." I run my hand through my hair. "It feels so wrong to want him."
