Page 7 of When Art Falls


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“Yeah, it is. What you and Christian are doing is amazing.”

“Thanks.”

“Is that a blush I see?” I tease.

“Maybe.” He smiles.

“What activities are you into?”

“Volunteerism, I spend most Saturday mornings at a nonprofit organization where children are taught to swim for free. You should bring your son one day. Anneli told me a little about him.”

“Sebastian isn’t a strong swimmer, so he could use help honing his skills.”

“How old is he?”

“Seven.”

“It’s a great program and parents can swim with their children.”

“Awesome.”

I’m happy I came out tonight after all, but still, I’ll wait awhile before taking him up on his offer.

I glance around the large banquet hall, located inside the Falcon, at the wealthy and privileged as they socialize. I’m bored out of my fucking mind. It doesn’t hurt to show my face, since these bastards fatten my pockets. I’m attending a birthday party for the granddaughter of my grandfather’s friend. He continuously tries to play matchmaker the way he did with my father, but I’m never relinquishing my bachelor status. Marriage doesn’t benefit me. Sure, I fucked her. She’s a prime piece of ass, so of course I accepted her invitation for one night of sex. I have bitches lining up for the chance to fuck me. I’m definitely getting my dick sucked tonight.

Josh sits at the table beside me. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re wondering which one of these sexy-ass women will be sucking your stick tonight.”

“That’s not hard to figure out. And stick?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I have a dick, not a stick. Compare your own dick to a scrawny stick.”

“Not all sticks are skinny. In fact, some are thick and long.”

“Shouldn’t you be out there sniffing out your next piece of ass?”

“I already found her.” He nods towards a redhead.

“Not bad.”

“She’s a singer.”

“I bet you’ll have her hitting high notes all night long.”

“You know it. Who are you taking home?”

“I haven’t chosen yet.”

I never fuck any of the women I meet at the hotels. I’ve made that mistake before. Females are emotional, and I prefer my conquests to not make a scene for employees to gossip about when it’s time for them to go. They know all about my reputation. I don’t hide who I am. Women often have the misconception they can change me, but after fucking once, I lose interest. I don’t take my casual fucks to my mansion either. That’s my private sanctuary. I have an oceanfront penthouse in Brevard County specifically for my pleasure. I moved to Florida about two years ago to open this location. I fell in love with the state, so I chose to make it my permanent residence.

“Trouble imminent.”

I glance over and see the birthday girl approaching. Damn, I was hoping she’d be too busy with her friends to pay attention to me.