“Good. Let’s round up the staff and make the announcement.”
“We’ll catch up,” Beau announces, and he motions between Clarence and himself. “We have one last order of business with Ashley and Dre. Send them back inside.”
I don’t know what that’s about, but I’m still shocked from everything else. Never in a million years would I have been able to handle my problem on this scale. Speaking of millions, Axel just handed me a multi-million dollar business like it’s a trinket. That’s sexier than jewelry,
Axel
Heaven looked to still be in shock when we dropped her off at Latoya’s house. It’s okay. I’ll fuck it out of her later. Beau and I are grabbing a private meal before he jumps back on a plane to return to his normal life. Heaven and I will leave in the morning, so I can finish selling my company. Now that everything is slowing down, my desire to settle down grows, but didn’t I just complicate having that future with Heaven now that she has a magazine to run? Shaking away the personal, I go back to business.
“How did the last part of the plan work?”
Beau washes down a piece of his brisket with his beer. It wasn’t my choice, but he wanted some Texas barbeque.
“Easy for me, hard for them. Dre spews insults like a man with a small dick and no stamina.”
I chortle at Beau’s observation. “A whole bitch,” I agree. “I’ll tell you what happened. He wanted them to fight over him, but Heaven bowed out. Dre thought he was such a good catch that she’d beg to get him back. Now, he’s married and jealous about the success of a woman he’d never have. He better calm the fuck down and be a good house husband.”
“You fired him so fast he can’t put the magazine on his resume. Ashley is a mess, she gives us trust fund kids a terrible name.”
“I wouldn’t know anything about that. My parents are upper middle class, but she is what I’d consider a stereotypical trust fund kid.”
“Doesn’t matter. She understands that her dad keeps his net worth as it stands which means her trust fund is intact, so she can take care of her freeloader if and only if they sign the strict NDA you threw at them. They bitched and moaned but they understood me when I said, ‘Don’t talk to Heaven, about her, or even think too hard about her unless they want to see us again.’”
“Damn, there goes his afternoon jackoffs to her social media posts.”
“You saw that too?”
“What? You mean him staring at my girls the majority of the meeting?”
“Your girls?” Beau questions with a laugh.
“Yup. That’s what I call Heaven’s tits. And they taste...well, like Heaven.”
“Shut the fuck up, Axel.”
I’m happy to see Beau laughing almost carefree,almost. “Speaking of tits.”
“Nope. I’ll put myself out there when I’m ready. I’ve had to ward off a lot of crazy. I’ll know when I feel it.”
He’s serious again, and his green eyes are earnest. Not once have I ever doubted his love for his deceased wife, and I wish I could take away the hurt, but even three years later, he still can’t manage to say the word ‘date.’
“I’ll check in again. You’re a good catch, Beau.”
“Dude, stop acting like you’re secretly in love with me,”
He’s deflecting, but I’ll allow it. “I dunno, maybe we can work something out if Heaven and I don’t make it.”
“I’d say ‘fuck you,’ but you might take it as an offer.”
Our meal is spent on much lighter topics until we somehow circle back to the idiot couple.
“Word on the street is Ashley was so busy trying to stick it to Heaven, she failed to get a prenup,” Beau shares with me as we head back to get Heaven.
“Damn so she better ‘do’ for as long as she can.”
* * *
“Didyou suck his dick in your new office?”
