Nicholas
It isn’t until after eleven that I get a chance to take a quick breather. Cody’s compressed all my meetings into the morning and early afternoon to ensure I don’t stay overtime.
During the last two weeks, I’ve cleared out my agenda as much as possible to make sure I get home early enough to have dinner with Molly every night. I’m not going to let her sit alone in the living room in drunken tears, sobbing about dying alone, even if it’s over some fictional character.
Molly must’ve texted me when I was speaking with one of the investors, because I didn’t notice her message until now. She’s adorable when she’s excited about something. I text back,Every day is special if you’re with me, my Molly.
She doesn’t read it immediately, though. That asshole Jack is probably keeping her busy. I tap my chin. Is he being petty to her because he didn’t get to win the auction? He always gave off a bad vibe when he was cheating on his girlfriend with my mother. I should let Molly know she doesn’t have to put up with her shitty boss.
–Me: If Jack is being difficult, let me know, and I’ll deal with it.
I hit send, then remember Arturo works at Get Jacked, too.
–Me: Arturo as well.
Now… Let’s see what else is on my phone. I’ve ignored everything since the auction to give Molly a hundred percent of my attention. Since my brothers have sent more than I could read in a day, I scroll to the recent ones.
–Noah: $5 million. I still can’t wrap my mind around it.
–Griffin: True love. You’ll understand if it ever hits you.
It’s so weird to see those words from Griffin. He’s such a numbers guy. I thought he’d marry a column of statistics because he used to hate women approaching him. He claimed they only wanted him for sex or his connection to Dad, both of which made him feel cheap. And when Griffin feels cheap, he gets extra grumpy.
–Grant: The only thing he wants to spend five million bucks on is croissants from Bobbi.
–Noah: Wrong! Her cupcakes are great, too.
–Huxley: I’m sure Bobbi’s excited about that. Did you tell her you’re as varied in bed, too?
–Noah: Hey, I got moves. Nobody’s ever complained.
–Grant: Why isn’t Nicholas responding to our texts?
–Emmett: LOL, yeah, what could possibly be keeping him occupied?
–Huxley: Most likely, his dick broke.
I snort.
–Noah: Huh?
–Huxley: If I were her, I would’ve ridden him until his dick broke.
–Noah: Meh, too vanilla. I’d expect something more exciting.
–Grant: Well, she isn’t going to have sex with him while riding a zebra through the savannah.
–Noah: WHAT!
–Emmett: He read the first page of your book.
–Noah: That was like from ten months ago! I deleted that!
–Griffin: Did you know zebras can’t be tamed? Why did you make the hero command zebras? Is he supposed to be some kind of zebra king?
–Sebastian: An alpha were-zebra!
I laugh. I love my brothers.
