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I don’t know much about sex, but I would venture to guess that what we did, the way I felt, isn’t normal. Otherwise, I’m not sure anyone would ever get anything done in their lives. They’d want nothing more than to stay in bed all day, every day. I’m already wishing he were back here with me, and every single inch of my body aches.
COLEMAN
My phone ringsas I move through the casino and make my way out onto the street toward mine. I have to leave in a few hours, although it’s the last fucking thing I want to do. Good news is, I was able to put a tracking app on Claire’s phone while her ass was in the air and I was eating her sweet cunt. It makes me feel better that at least I’ll somewhat know where she is and what she’s doing.
Somewhat, anyway.
As long as she doesn’t try to run off before she makes it to Dallas. Which I think she’s capable of doing, my little rebel. Shoving my hand into my pocket, I slide my thumb across the screen and lift it to my ear.
“Talk to me, Danica,” I demand.
She lets out a laugh, clearing her throat before she speaks. She is as much “all business” as I am, and I have no doubt this is only about work. “When will you be back to the office?” she asks.
I love her. She keeps me on track and organized. She never asks questions unless it’s important for the office. And this must be important for work. Otherwise, she would not be asking me this. I move across the sidewalk and walk toward my casino.
“I’m leaving in a few hours,” I reply as I make my way into the hotel.
I can hear the alarms and sounds of the slot machines as they echo throughout the place. My feet move as quickly as possible toward the elevator banks in search of quiet. Danica waits until there is no longer any noise before she speaks.
“We have a problem,” she murmurs.
“What’s that?” I demand.
She clears her throat. “Those people, the Simons?”
I know who they are because I just fucked their daughter, but I don’t tell her that. “Yes?” I ask.
“They haven’t submitted their signed, notarized contract documents.”
Normally, something like this, because it includes a marriage in exchange for loan forgiveness, would not be notarized or even documented much. It would be a simple document done in my father’s office that was vague at best.
This is different.
They owed the family a lot of money. We had to document the forgiveness of the loan, the loss of the money, and the interest for our taxes.
Although the notarized documents don’t say anything about the wedding, just that we forgive the loan, taking it as a loss never to be repaid, they will owe us nothing after a certain date, which is the day after the wedding.
“Did they say why?” I ask.
She doesn’t answer right away, then she clears her throat. “They said they want to wait until the wedding is over and your part of the bargain is met.”
I almost laugh.
These people are stupid as fuck.
Danica knows I’m getting married. She has probably put two and two together, although I’ll never verbally admit it, and neither will she. It will be one of those things that stays unspoken, and I’m good with that.
“Let me call my father. See what he says,” I murmur. “Has Wells been in the office?” I ask.
It’s not her job to keep tabs on him, but I am curious to know if he has or if he’s taken advantage of me not being around. He always says I make him too nervous, that I am far too controlling to get shit handled, but I think he just likes me doing it all so he can fuck around.
“He has,” she says. “He had a few meetings with investors and then had a meeting with a new buyer. He also was in on the meeting with your father and the government passport agency, finalizing the contracts and lease of that building.”
I smile.
That deal is a done deal, and while it was nothing but turmoil at the time, I am glad to have it almost completed. We need passports. We need the government to be a little further in our pockets. We need a hell of a lot of cushion in this fucking world.
“Good. Let me go ahead and call my dad. I’ll get back to you. Don’t worry about the documents yet. I’ll make sure they are signed. And Danica?” I call out softly, trying not to be too loud as I move through the hallway. She’s quiet for a moment, and I take that as my signal to continue. “Thank you,” I say.
