AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I’m going to take a shower and get out of your hair,” she said. “I know how you like your space in the mornings.”
Not when I have a ton of work to do with tidying this place up, I thought. Still, it gave me time to consider what I was meant to do with my mom’s ultimatum.
I needed to find a “good woman,” whatever that meant. And I needed to stop partying. With the way I felt with the hangover right then, that wasn’t hard. It could really take it out of you. I needed a nice break.
A knock came at the door. I opened it to find Zyod standing there with his hands extended to either side.
“So?” he said. “What’s the emergency?”
I yanked him inside and shut the door behind him.
Zyod eyeballed the front room and the bag of garbage in my hands. He folded his arms.
“You had another party last night?” he said. “And you didn’t invite me?”
“It was a last-minute kind of deal. It wasn’t planned.”
“Were there any hotties?”
“Not hot. But easy.”
“Damn it! This is why you should invite me to these things!”
I stepped on something that crunched under my foot. I leaped back and stepped on something else that crunched.
“Don’t look at me,” Zyod said. “If I wasn’t invited to the party, I’m not going to help tidy up.”
I sighed.
“You’ve got a girlfriend,” I said. “A very hot girlfriend, I might add.”
“Sure. But she’s not new. She’s not fresh.”
I stared at him.
“Fresh?” I said. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
“It’s what I’m calling it,” he said, taking off his jacket. “So, tell me what the problem is.”
I told him about my mom turning up that morning and the ultimatum she presented me with.
Zyod flinched.
“Ouch,” he said. “That doesn’t sound fun.”
“It’s not. So, I have thirty days to find a girl and prove I’m mature enough to take over the company.”
“In thirty days?” Zyod said with a snort. “Good luck. I mean, you might find a good girl but you’re never going to know if she’ll last for the long haul within that time period.”
“I don’t need her to last for the long haul,” I said. “I just need her to put on a good show to make my mom happy.”
“Ah. I see. So, you’re going to pretend like you’ve found a good girl.”
I frowned. That hadn’t been my idea at all. But did it really matter if the girl was for real or not? So long as she made my mom think our relationship was legit?
“The best way of doing that is to get this mysterious ‘good girl’ to become your fiancée,” Zyod said.
“Get serious,” I said. “I asked you to come here for some real ideas, not throw dumb ideas my way.”
