How to Marry Your Frenemy - London Casey Page 0,10

to my uncle. He controlled everything.

And soon enough, I would control everything.

I made good money, lived well, and had no problem with the way things were arranged.

Work was competition.

And I never lost.

I exited my apartment, running figures through my hair.

As I walked by the next apartment door, I noticed that the door was slightly open.

People were in there, cleaning.

The place had been empty for about a month.

I figured someone must have snagged the place, which was good.

A new neighbor…

I fucking hoped it was a beautiful woman with a sexual appetite like mine.

I walked into my office and Eddie sat on a two-seater leather couch that was there for show.

In fact, Eddie was the only one who ever sat there.

Wearing his normal brown suit that looked in dire need of a cleaning. Or maybe just toss the thing out and get a new one.

He took off his big glasses and wiped them with his tie.

Eddie had been around forever.

As long as I could remember.

He was the only remaining guy in the company from when my father was alive.

Even as a kid, I knew Eddie was weird.

He was a dork.

It was the only way to put.

The guy had a ton of money too.

Years of working and earning, no wife or kids, living modest…

I never understood it.

We were meant to live, weren’t we?

There were things that needed to be done responsibly, but every now and again you needed to have a drink, flirt with a pretty woman, get your dick sucked, motorboat between that pretty woman’s legs, and maybe buy yourself something for the hell of it.

That wasn’t Eddie though.

I walked behind my desk and looked down at the folders I had all ready for the meeting.

“Eddie,” I said.

He quickly stood up. “Just wanted to wish you good luck today.”

“I don’t need luck,” I said.

Eddie laughed. His mouth opened and slapped shut like a ventriloquist’s doll. And he literally laughed by calling out ha-ha-ha.

It always went through me like nails on a chalkboard.

“I thought about some of the figures,” Eddie said. “They need to avoid debt at all costs. I mean, none at all. Make sure those books are squeaky clean too. Any kind of debt is going to make their balance sheet look like shit.”

“I know that,” I said. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Of course you do, Jackson,” Eddie said.

“Hey. Did you see Callie yet?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “She was here when I got here.”

I gritted my teeth.

Eddie was the guy who showed up extra early to water all the flowers in the office. He made sure everything looked perfect before the day began. That was something passed on from my father.

Eddie approached my desk. “I’m proud of you, Jackson. This company wouldn’t be what it is without you. Keep your focus right. Don’t get lost in the trees or the clouds.”

“But I can get lost between a nice set of tits, right?”

Eddie exhaled with an ooohhh sound.

For a second, I thought he was going to blush.

I looked past Eddie and I saw Callie’s office.

A second later, she appeared going into her office.

Wearing a fierce looking dark red dress. Her hair pulled back with some giant clip looking thing.

She meant business.

So did I.

Callie moved behind her desk and looked right at me.

The two of us each behind our own desk, staring at each other.

Waiting for the other person to break first and nod.

That didn’t happen.

Eddie was rambling on about some story he read about breast implants poisoning women.

I just stared at Callie.

When I fired her, I was going to hire a woman to be my assistant and give her Callie’s office.

So I had someone to look at.

And someone to fuck.

Chapter Six

Callie

The stare down could have lasted all day.

I wasn’t going to budge.

My hands rested flat against my desk.

From across my office, across the hallway, and across Jackson’s office I could see the stubble on his face. He didn’t even take time to shave. And his hair was left a disheveled mess too.

Like he was reading my mind, Jackson reached up and ran a hand through his hair.

Just like that, his hair was perfect.

It took me an hour to do my hair and get ready this morning. More than an hour.

But whatever.

I looked the part. I was going to kill it.

And Jackson was going to have to stand there and watch it all happen.

He and Eddie were talking.

Eddie took to Jackson only because he knew Jackson’s father.

I wasn’t privy to the entire family history, but I knew enough to navigate around the company. That’s