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“Wait!” he yells from the bed as I’m halfway through the door. “Can I at least get your number?”
I can’t help but let out a small laugh at his desperate plea as I swing the door shut behind me.
See you never,Two-Second Tom.
Callan
“Happy thirtieth, son,” my dad says as he hands me a stack of paperwork.
“Seriously?” I question dryly, but really, I wouldn’t expect any less from him. He’s a workaholic, and running a company requires loads of paperwork. Though you’d think he’d give me a break for once, since I do everything as his office manager.
Every year for my birthday, we come to the same fucking restaurant. We come here because the owner is a client andbusiness is business, in the words of my father. But I’ve never been one to really celebrate my birthday, I’m just here because my mom looks forward to it every year.
“I need these signed by tonight.” He’s very bland with his words. My father believes in two things: success and manhood. Being an emotionless motherfucker is his definition of being a real, true,man.
“Can it wait till tomorrow?” I ask.
“My lawyer has already drawn up a contract and dated it for today. I need you to sign it now,” he pauses. “You are now David Dealership’s new owner and CEO.” He looks over at me with an ever-so-slight smile attempting to curve on his lips, as he puts his napkin down nicely in his lap.
“What did you just say?” I look over to my mom, whose face is lit up with excitement.
“Your mother and I have decided, it’s about time to hand down the business. It’s all yours. You just have to sign the paperwork.” My mom reaches over for my dad’s hand. He almost doesn’t take it, for whatever reason, but joins her as she smiles bright and wide.
I look down at the stack, it’s true. He wants me to sign the paperwork to gain ownership of the dealership. But I don’t want it.Do I?
I look at my mom, who’s practically crying because she’s so happy for me. I can tell this means a lot to her; she wants this for me. My mom has always been my number one fan. But shit, if she knew of my extracurricular activities, maybe she wouldn’t be. Though, I’m not sure she doesn’t know; I was a rough kid for as long as I can remember. Always getting into trouble and causing problems.
My father’s beady little eyes watch me. He can see the gears turning in my head, my thoughts forming.Isthis what I want?I mean, this was the end goal, right? But I like my life the way it is. The money. The women. The parties. I thought I’d be settled down and married by the time I came into ownership, just like my dad. But maybe this isn’t so bad. Because honestly, would I really evenwanta wife? Running a dealership, I can handle, but relationships are a commitment that I’m not built for.
“Callan, this is important to the family. You’re the only one who can take over, and your mother and I want to start settling down for retirement,” he insists as he takes a sip of wine.
I don’t mind disappointing my dad, though he’d be fucking pissed. It’s my mother I can’t bear to see upset. I need to excuse myself, take a breath, before I sign anything.
“I’m going to use the restroom. I’ll be back in a moment.”
“And then you’ll sign?” my mother asks in optimistic anticipation. I give her a reassuring smile as I nod and walk away from the table.
I walk down the hall toward the bathroom, trying to relax and calm my thoughts. I don’t know why this irritates me so much, but it does. Maybe it’s the pressure of it all and following in my father’s footsteps. He didn’t even discuss this with me. I already have everything I could ask for. Though the thought does excite me a bit; being able to control the company and never having to answer to my father’s dumb ass requests ever again.
As I turn the corner, a young woman with a black apron bumps into me from the side, drinks spilling off her tray and over my shoes. She immediately leans down and starts picking up the mess.
“I’m so sorry.” She pauses as she looks up at me, and her eyes widen as she takes me in. “Callan,” she whispers my name under her breath.
“Apologize,” I demand, even though she already did.
“I’m-” She can’t get the words out. So, I help her.
I grab her by the hand and yank her up so that she’s standing with me. Her cheeks flush with pink as I maintain eye contact the entire time. Her black hair is tossed into a ponytail, a pen tucked neatly into her hair tie. Her collared shirt is buttoned all the way up except for the top one, giving me the perfect view of her cleavage as I tower almost a foot taller than her.
I pull on her chin, forcing her mouth open with my hand. “I said, say you’re fucking sorry, Desiree.” I throw her up against the wall, her back pressed firmly against the brick. I remove my hand from her mouth and reach for her ponytail, gently tugging on it.
“I’m so sorry, Callan,” she gasps. “I didn’t mean to be a bad girl. I promise I’ll make it up to you,” She finally pleads out behind bedroom eyes. And now, we’re back to our old ways. Desiree reaches out a hand toward my crotch, but I smack it away. She once told me she liked it rough and I didn’t mind that one bit. It’s like roleplay for her, for me it’s just a game.
“You know the rules.” I burn my words into her skin. “Now, are you going to clean up this mess?” I pull a little harder on her hair and she lets out a whimper.
“I, I-” She tries to find words. I take my hand out of my pocket and run my fingers down her neck and over her cleavage. She quivers under my touch. “I’m just so sorry,” she whispers up at me, now behind pleading eyes.
“How sorry?” I breathe into her neck; I can almost feel her pulse. But I don’t give her time to speak before I yank her by her hair, pulling her off the wall and down the hallway, into the women’s restroom.
