“No, Marie is your assistant that you pay to deal with you.”
We both glare at each other as she shoves her finger aggressively at the elevator button. Thankfully, it comes swiftly and the metal doors open wide, letting us both enter.
“And where were you?” she asks, looking me up and down.
“Client dinner.”
“Did you all jerk each other off while talking about laminate floors and overhead lighting?” she asks.
“We did. Greg really needs to work on his form. His wrist is a little limp.”
That makes her laugh, even if it adds an eye roll.
“Was the food so bad you had to pick up a sandwich after?” she asks.
“Yeah, the poor hand job really put me off my meal. Good night, Pen,” I tell her as the elevator opens on my floor and I head back to my empty, blessedly quiet apartment.
How the helldoes an adult man get new friends?
Penny’s words lingered with me well into the night, ruining my high from the evening I had with Honey.
Honey is easy, she doesn’t talk, gives great head, and expects nothing after.
Friends, girlfriends, family, all they do is want me to be someone I’m not.
I’m never going to be the guy mowing the lawn on weekends in my busted scratched up Reeboks, inviting my nosey, self-absorbed neighbors to block parties.
I’m curt, sarcastic, and impatient.
The only people who want to be around me are people who’s paychecks I sign and the people who are biologically required to love me.
It’s fine… that’s fine.
But it’s not.
“Fuck,” I groan as I sit at my desk, staring out the large windows into sunny Florida.
I hate this state. It’s too bright, hotter than fuck, and everyone seems happy. Why? What in the world do they have to be happy about?
You live life and you fucking die.
God, I sound like a miserable eighty-something year old man who hates the world. Is this all I have left in life?
There’s a notification on my phone. Honey accepted my invitation and we’re scheduled to meet three days from now.
It makes my lips twitch.
Marie walks through my office and gapes at me. “Oh my God, are you smiling? Do you need to go to the hospital?” she jokes.
I just hold out my hand and she hands me the paperwork I need to sign for the Mansfield property.
“Krystal will be here this afternoon to discuss Vegas. Do you need anything else?”
“No. Thank you, Marie.”
She blinks at me and I almost want to swallow the thank you back down my throat.
“Whatever this is, keep doing it,” she says, waving her hand at me.
