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He won’t like me just showing up, but isn’t that what friends do? They come when you need them, and sure we might have had sex, but we have been friends for decades, and right now he needs someone. Hendrix isn’t going to show up, especially since he’s the one causing this mess.
The traffic isn’t too terrible, and I get there right before seven o’clock. Wow, I didn’t expect him to have a mansion. The privacy gate swings open, and he is outside waiting at the door. The hedges and shrubs are manicured, and there’s a long driveway that widens out to the front entryway. I feel like Will when pulls up in Bel Air for the first time.
“What are you doing here?” he says, walking down the steps and opening my door.
“You seemed like you needed company. As friends,” I say, throwing my arms around him.
He tips the UBER guy a hundred-dollar bill and puts his hand on the small of my back as we go inside. The double doors close behind us, and I’m met with high ceilings with crown molding, a curving staircase, and a very expensive looking chandelier. I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself if I lived here. So much space.
“So, have you figured anything out?” I ask, looking around admiring the view.
“I’m not sure if I should be talking about it with you. He is your family, and you might hate me.”
“Hendrix is my brother, but what he did is unforgivable. You know that.”
He walks me into a living room that’s as big as my whole house and sits me down on the couch. “My lawyer says that due to the events leading up to this, and his carelessness about his image, and the potential damage it could cause, I have two options. Force him out by buying him out or make him a silent partner.”
“A silent partner?”
“Basically, he wouldn’t do press conferences or interviews anymore. The company would only be widely associated with my name, but he would still get his salary and his part of the buyout when we sale. He isn’t able to make any decisions.”
Hendrix is going to flip, but he made his bed, now he has to lay down in it. I’m not sure what means more to him; the money or the fame?
“Enough about that? Would you like a tour?” he asks.
I nod and jump off the couch. Did I step into an episode of Cribs?
There is high-end décor everywhere, and I know he didn’t pick it out, which means he spent some good money to hire a designer. The master bedroom is the size of a large living room with an en-suite with separate walk-in closets and a jacuzzi bathtub. Okay, so maybe I’m a little jealous. I bet that would feel nice after a long day at work.
He continues to walk me through the house. A home theater, den, a gym with top-of-the-line equipment, and additional bedrooms. I sure hope he has a maid, because I wouldn’t want to be responsible for cleaning this much space. I hate cleaning my small house.
“Have you eaten?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“I’ll let my chef know I have a guest.”
I do a double take, but then have to remember that he is a millionaire, and can afford an in-home chef. He’s living the dream.
I follow him into the kitchen which is about nine-hundred square feet with two ovens, two islands, and tons of counter space and cabinetry. You could stock up for the end of the world in this thing.
“Alfonso, we have a guest tonight,” he says, as he comes out of the pantry.
“Will do, sir. Should be ready in about fifteen minutes or so.”
Here’s the thing: I’m not rich but after seeing this house, I wish I was. I don’t need the crazy amount of vehicles or all that material shit, but a nice house with a personal chef and maid, I’m all for it.
“Will you marry me?” I say kidding around, but Stefan stops dead in his tracks.
Obviously, I’m just kidding.
