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“Thank you. I appreciate your help.”
I heard the bouncing of the tennis ball in the hallway before I saw Greer come into view. He looked us over. “It’s a good thing I’d seen Dom shake his ass on stage or this would be highly inappropriate.” He waved his hand toward Dominic’s feet propped up on my desk, his shorts covering his dick, though there was a wet spot where he must have gotten cum on them.
“What’s going to be inappropriate is my fist hitting your face if you don’t stop looking at him,” Peyton stated.
“First of all, you know I’m not interested in him that way. No offense, Dom.”
Dominic smiled. “None taken.”
“Second of all, it’s not my fault he walks around in see-through clothes. I like men, Pey. I like everything about the male body. Of course, I’m going to look when there’s a dick in sight. It’s natural.”
“You need to get laid,” I said. “Go find Dex.”
He leaned against the wall inside my office and dropped his head back. “He hasn’t been interested in a while. He went cold on me. Dex is still his sweet, charming self, but something changed, and I can’t figure out what.”
“He told you from the start it was nothing more than sex,” Peyton reminded him.
“Yeah, I know.”
It was plain as day that Greer had developed feelings for Dexen. I hated that they weren’t returned. Greer was a great guy and deserved someone to care for him like I knew he would for a lover, a partner.
Peyton stood. “Come on. Let’s go beat the shit out of the heavy bag.”
Greer’s eyes lit up. He needed the outlet for his frustration.
Dominic gave me a quick kiss before leaving, saying he was going to call Diesel and talk to him about possibly working for me. At least it hopefully solved the issue of Carissa being buried with work. She was a sweet woman, who said she didn’t mind. She never complained. I gave her a raise last month. She went above and beyond, more than proving how essential she was to my office.
I focused on my laptop again. There were countless emails to answer and a couple of contracts to review.
Hours later, I leaned back in my chair to stretch. My fingers teased something behind me on the bookshelf. Glancing up, I noticed a piece of paper sticking out from between two books.
A couple months ago, we moved more of my belongings here from the penthouse, including my books. We did stay there sometimes but more often than not; we were in the fortress. It felt like home to us.
I gripped the paper and tugged. It was a single white lined page. I opened it and saw my dad’s handwriting.
If all else fails, go to Jordan.
I’d forgotten about it. The note I took to heart and went to my uncle. I placed it on the desk. Thinking about it, the note wasn’t for me to go to my uncle, was it? My dad didn’t call JJ by his nickname. It was always Jordan. He called his brother Senior to piss him off since my uncle hated it. Jordan said it made him sound old, so of course my dad kept using it.
But now… My dad was referring to JJ. I knew it deep down. This sense of surety. He wanted me to go to JJ. To ask for my cousin’s help.
Tears built in my eyes; my dad’s smiling face fresh in my mind. The loss of him still hurt but it was like a pinch of pain instead of an open wound.
“Thanks, Dad,” I whispered. “You always knew what I needed. I hope I made you proud. The company’s doing well. JJ’s thriving. I fell in love. I wish you could have been here to see it.”
I held the note to my chest, letting my tears fall. I’d done it. I’d gotten my dad’s business to the point the profits were astounding. We were successful again. But even if I was still struggling, I’d be able to get through it with Dominic and Peyton by my side.
They made everything in my world better.
They mademebetter.
I’d like to think my dad was looking down with the warm smile he always gave me.
Life was more than how much I made or what work needed to get done. My dad tried to teach me that throughout the years, but I was too focused on the company. It took the men I loved to show me there was more out there.
Love.
Acceptance.
Them.
Reaching forward, I closed the lid of my laptop and pushed my chair back. It was time to find the men I loved and remind them just how much they meant to me.
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