Brooklyn: True. Okay, French fries, but I would like to ask forgiveness from the baked potatoes of the world.
Me: Have I mentioned how cute you are?
Brooklyn: Boxers or briefs?
Me: Careful.
Brooklyn: What? I’m just asking questions.
Me: You’re teasing me. And I’ve still got four hours and seventeen minutes until I can see you again. Favorite pizza topping?
Brooklyn: Pickles.
Me: Liar.
Brooklyn: Maybe…
Me: Finish your work. I’m ready to see you.
Brooklyn: Okay, I’ll try and concentrate. See you soon!
She sends me a selfie and I stare at it for a long moment before I reply with a heart emoji. The way the light shines behind her in the picture, she looks like she’s wearing a halo. Fuck, how can someone so beautiful and perfect be for me?
I never thought finding a woman would feel like this. It was always a chore before and I never took any joy in going out on dates and having to pretend to be interested. But with Brooklyn I want to know it all. I want to hear every story and every detail of her life. It didn’t even dawn on me that I’m supposed to be finding a woman to breed until this morning when I was jerking off.
The thought of entering her bare and cumming inside her was just fucking hot. It didn’t have anything to do with my obligation to the company or my legacy. I just wanted to feel her pussy on me without anything between us. I’ve never felt that before, and honestly never wanted to until now. With Brooklyn I want inside her body as well as her soul.
“Lazing around, I see.” My cousin Josh walks in my office with Geoff hot on his heels.
“Sorry, Mr. Belmont, I tried to page you.” Geoff glares at the phone on my desk that I put on silent when I was talking to Brooklyn.
“It’s okay, I’ll deal with him,” I say to Geoff, and Josh rolls his eyes.
Geoff walks out of my office and pulls the doors almost closed. He leaves it cracked, I'm sure to listen out if I call for him. Which I plan on doing just as soon as I find out why Josh is here.
“Deal with him? Honestly, Dash, you’re so rude to family,” he huffs as he looks at the degrees on my wall and then walks away from them. “I could understand if you were talking to the help.”
He motions towards the door Geoff just walked out of and I want to punch him in the mouth. Geoff is more loyal than Josh would ever be to this family.
“Let’s not play games. Why are you here? Do you need money?” I know I’ve struck a chord when he narrows his eyes at me.
“No. I’m just checking in on my future office. I need to take some measurements. Fiona wants to redecorate the space when I take over.”
“Tell your wife to spend her extra time with her tennis instructor. That’s the one that got her pregnant, right?”
Direct hit once again as I see the flash of anger in his eyes and the color rise on his neck. “Speaking of pregnant, I hear you still can’t find a woman willing to let you fuck her.”
“I guess I’m not as easily fooled as you, cousin. How many mistresses do you have again? Does Fiona only know about the underage nanny, or the other women all over town?”
“Mind your business,” he hisses as he takes a step toward me.
He catches himself before he lashes out and smooths back his black hair. He takes a breath and straightens his tie as he forces a smile.
“The deadline is fast approaching and I don’t see you crossing the finish line,” he says, trying to relax. “I have my lawyers on standby.”
“I’m sure you do,” I agree, unwilling to give him anything.
He’s here to try and get information from me, or at the very least to rile me up. I won’t let him have the satisfaction, so I just smile and nod. It will get him out of here faster.
